A small seed lies on the forest floor,
but it is not alone;
For two hungry eyes stare out at the seed
and want it for their own.
But had Mousey's eyes been more alert
and less in want of seed,
He might have seen that he too was
one of the endangered breed.
For high above in the midday sky,
her quarry well in sight,
Soaring free above the trees
an eagle in full flight.
And I know that it is so
for a thousand feet below
Even now I see her soar;
wings open wide, she tilts and glides
and climbs still ever more.
Then suddenly, silently, she wheels and she falls
down through the canyon, down the steep walls.
Swiftly, savagely rushing on wind
rushes the moment Mousey's life will end.
Then in a flurry of feathers, a screech...and a moan
the seed and the eagle and I are alone.
Or so it would seem, from what I can see...
yet endlessly I'm wondering...
Who looks down on me?
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