  Pawnee All around the birds in flocks are flying. Dipping, rising, circling, see them coming. See, many birds are flocking here, All about us now together coming. Yonder see the birds in flocks, come flying; Dipping, rising, circling, see them gather. Loud is the sound their winging makes. Rushing, come they on the trees alighting. From the flock an eagle now comes flying; Dipping, rising, circling, comes she hither. Loud screams the eagle, flying swift, As an eagle flies, her nestlings seeking. It is Kawas coming, Kawas flying; Dipping, rising, circling, she advances. See! Nearer she comes, nearer comes. Now, alighted, she her nest is making. See them circling, this side, that side coming. Loud is the sound their moving makes, As together come they, onward come they. |
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