> Beocat
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> Brave Beocat, brood-kit of Ecgthmeow,
Lord, this is magic, Douglas!
Any idea who wrote it?
... and the last line:
> Short-haired Hrodent-slayer, greatest of the pussy-Geats.
Yeeeeee!!!!
Robin
> Hearth-pet of Hrothgar in whose high halls
> He mauled without mercy many fat mice,
> Night did not find napping nor snack-feasting.
> The wary war-cat, whiskered paw-wielder,
> Bearer of the burnished neck-belt, gold-braided collar band,
> Feller of fleas; fatal, too, to ticks,
> The work of wonder-smiths, woven with witches' charms,
> Sat on the throne-seat, his ears like sword-points
> Upraised, sharp-tipped, listening for peril-sounds,
> When he heard from the moor-hill howls of the hell-hound,
> Gruesome hunger-grunts of Grendel's Great Dane,
> Deadly doom-mutt, dread demon-dog.
> Then boasted Beocat, noble barrow-kitten,
> Bane of barrow-bunnies, bold seeker of nest-booty:
> "If hand of man unhasped the heavy hall-door
> And freed me to frolic forth to fight the fang-bearing fiend,
> I would lay the whelpling low with lethal claw-blows;
> Fur would fly and the foe would taste death-food.
> But resounding snooze-noise, stern slumber-thunder,
> Nose-music of men snoring mead-hammered in the wine-hall,
> Fills me with sorrow-feeling; for Fate does not see fit
> To send some fingered folk to lift the firm-fastened latch
> That I might go grapple with the grim ghoul-pooch."
> Thus spoke the mouse-shredder, hunter of hall-pests,
> Short-haired Hrodent-slayer, greatest of the pussy-Geats.
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> Douglas Clark, Bath, Somerset, England ....
> http://www.dgdclynx.plus.com
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