All thoughts are prey to some beast.

"Then something struck him, wings of bone -
Sweet desires and soft thoughts were all gone.
The eagle shrieked, "I'm alone".

Well, it was time to flee the tree.
The eagle snuck up on the wind, one talon at a time.
Being sky king of the sky, what did he have to fear?

All thoughts are prey to some beast
All thoughts are prey to some beast"

Bill Callahan - All Thoughts Are Prey To Some Beast