From "The Castle of Dromore" (Clancy's "October Winds"). Clan Owens wild banshee was, in my younger, foolish days, me. I particularly admire, "Take head young eaglet, 'til thy wings are feathered fit to soar." Minds me of my father when I would do something stunned and have to be "backed up". He'd say, "Don't fuck with the eagles 'til you learn to fly."