As often as the trumpet sounds he snorts, ‘Aha!’ He smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
“Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, and stretches her wings toward the south?
Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up, and makes his nest on high?
On the cliff he dwells and makes his home, on the point of the cliff and the stronghold.
From there he spies out the prey.
His eyes see it afar off.
His young ones also suck up blood.
Where the slain are, there he is.”