THE INDIAN TRADER

The trader watched the eagle glide
And dip in a roaring river
And dip in the river
And sip, drip
And catch a school of fish.
She glided back home with her prey.
She had her babies and
Laid them under her wing.
The sun went down and
The mountains began to sing and
Whispers a word.
The sun went down,
In the morning you must awake
Or you'll fine yourself on a stake.
The tree's leaves feel like soft fur.
The sun came up and glittered and shone.
The eagle died that morning
And her babies laid with her.