That's a fair pair of buzzies you've got there.

the Book of Watchers

The cubless tigress in her jungle raging / Is dreadful to the shepherd and the flock.

A god's blue fire gone, the man is left like a page in the grate, apparently unchanged. ~\shgray, granted, and somewhat curled at the edge, but readable. Readable, he thinks. Lintil the passage— cat's paw?—-backwash?—-up the chimney?