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The 4:30 A.M. Poem
Gabriel Duncan
 
The black hawk
Sat atop
A stop light
 
Flitting its feather
And curiously watching
The commuters
Commute together
 
Its wings were long
And its feathers flicked
Watch me now
Watch this trick

It took to flight
And it swooped and ropped
It took to flight
With a simple hop
 
I watched it curiously
From the sidewalk
I watched it curiously
This curious black hawk
 
Once it swooped
And pitched towards the sun
It dropped some poop
Its fun was done
 
I found it humourus
I had to laugh
A shining black mercedes-benz
It did attack
 
The driver was angry
He was pissed and cursed
But I thought it was funny
How its feelings were hurt
 
It was a simple white dot
On a large black car
That simple white dot
On what we think of who we are
 
It doesn't make sense now
As I recite this
Half-asleep
It doesn't make sense now
My prose
Is so weak
 
But when I saw it then
As I see it now
I think it's funny
Anyhow.