Bulls Over Hawks Poem by Manonton Dalan
Bulls Over Hawks
yellow champ folded their wings
in two digits deficit, frustrating
i closed my palm join mourning
it would be a long time to recover
players would be traded; retired
find those that can run and jump
claws and horns battle out
as if today is last season
too much body contacts
they'll put mike in slow-mo
this is not one-o-one; 4 on 1
gutsy play on both sides
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