Tolkien's Poetry

Busy, busy, busy! I wish I had an interesting excuse for my busyness, but all I got is homework. At least my classes are interesting. One of them is Mythology of J.R.R. Tolkien. Did you know that he was a poet before he wrote Lord of the Rings? He considered himself a poet, not a novelist. Sorry, I don't know why I've been going on a poetry rampage these last two weeks. But it's important! Tokien thought so, and he was a great poet.

So, here is one of his more funny poems that is not found in any of his novels:

Cat by J.R.R. Tolkien

The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps upon his meat
where woods loom in gloom —
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet
he does not forget.