the eagle has landed

The eagle has landed. A very electric man who has vast riches has hitherto behaved as your next-door neighbor  he might think he is that neighbor  He is not an eagle sits on top of a tree, on branches further down lesser birds that fly in formation the eagle flies alone and harbors a loathing for ducks and gees He knows argumentative crows can be bother some leave a trail open for them, a path that he can pretend to join when a hunt does not disturb the eagle's instinct This is, if we like it or not, the way the nature someone is doomed to be the leader to keep the rabbits in check, less they should demand equity