(Pit and rift and blue pool-brim,

Middle-Jungle follow him!)

Wood and Water, Wind and Tree,

Jungle-Favour go with thee!

Bagheera

In the cage my life began;

Well I know the worth of Man.

By the Broken Lock that freed —

Man-cub, ‘ware the Man-cub’s breed!

Scenting-dew or starlight pale,

Choose no tangled tree-cat trail.

Pack or council, hunt or den,

Cry no truce with Jackal-Men.

Feed them silence when they say: