"Low Flight"
Oh! I've slipped through swirling clouds of dust,
A few feet from the dirt,
I've flown the Intruder low enough
To make my bottom hurt.
I've SRTC'd the desert, hills and valley,
Mountains, too.
Frolicked in the trees,
Where only flying squirrels flew.
Chased the frightened cows along,
Disturbed the ram and ewe,
And done a hundred other things,
That you'd care to do.
I've smacked the tiny sparrow,
Bluebird, robin, all the rest,
I've ingested baby eagles,
Simply sucked them from their nest.
I've streaked through total darkness,
Just the other guy and me,
And spent the night in terror of
Things I could not see.
I've turned my eyes to heaven,
As I sweated through the flight,
Put out my hand and touched
The Master Caution Light.