Howling hooter who clings to the tower
Television sets radiate
Radios blare
In a world where
Nobody ever seems to really care
Peaceful endeavors are rarely seen
In those hearts that bleed
Found wanting in such places
Where particular people seem to gather
For they would much rather
Stare at the hooter upon the rooftop
Refusing to acknowlege his presence
Ignoring his noisemaking
Unto them he has no more importance
Than a gargoyle
Yet in my own observance
His wings cause me to take notice
Thinking of his ability in the calm
If someone just took the time
To approach in a humble way
His outlandish scream
The look in his eyes
Beyond all that seems to be
A misunderstood character
In his frustration to communicate
He is only looking
Hope in his heart thrives
For the one who can bring him peace
~Moses~
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