Ritual Song (Pawnee)
I
Over the prairie flits, in ever widening circles, the shadow of a bird about me as I walk;
Upward turn my eyes, Kawas looks upon me, she turns with flapping wings, and far away she flies.
II
Round about a tree, in ever widening circles, an eagle flies, alertly watching over his nest;
Loudly whistles he, a challenge sending far; over the country wide it echoes, there defying foes.