A big and curious broad-tail’d cat,
And twirl’d itself the hall about.
It look’d at Thor, and seem’d to quake
With terror; then it shrunk, and bent
Itself in folds, like wily snake,
To spring upon its prey intent.
With its red eyes so small it peep’d,
Hunger and malice in its frown;
Then on its belly forward crept,
And gently by the god lay down.