A Pantoum on Self Destruction based on Aesop

An eagle was soaring through the air
When suddenly she heard
The whiz of an arrow
And felt her death-wound.

When suddenly she heard,
Slowly she fluttered to the earth
And felt her death-wound.

And the feather on its shaft was hers.

Slowly she fluttered to the earth.
The whiz of an arrow—
And the feather on its shaft was hers

An eagle was soaring through the air.