Screach Eagle
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Kiowa Arapahoe all on the trail
The bronze of the warrior the bird is not male
Put down a pit with meat and some sticks
Here lie and wait is cleverly tricked
She swoops and saws and looks for a cry
It hungers a plenty and looks with an eye
Down she goes and swoops and she nears
And something tells you there's something she fears
Chicks a hungry calling she flies feet in a gate and streaming she glides
She shoots to the floor and hooked to the meat
She losses her pace she losses her feet
His two hands that reach out and grab at her gate
She looses her loft and she looses her mate
It's over the struggle the bites and the flutter
To screach and to peck and the sticks are like shutters
With hands holding tight and blood issues slow
A pull and a wrench and the bird falls below
The meat and the blood and the feathers a fly
She's lost her own life and chicks soon will die
War bonnet built and worn with a pride
Bow down to the dance and darkness deride
But first thing the pit the blood and the squawk
No wait for a moment he's lost all that torque
Fear not for this spirit the bird got away
The trail it awaits on another day's play
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