Screach Eagle

- 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