I see that beady eye

It circled, it swooped, it called to me,
Its song croaked from a snow capped rock ahead.
It marked the route with every landing,
It was daring me to follow it. 
It cruised the Window like a Sunderland chasing U-Boats.
It wanted me to turn right. And I turned left.

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