Around here even the trees on the midway
have owls hooting all night long
right there off the lakefront
in Hyde Park close by
the campus and Rockefeller Chapel
Night life up and down 57th Street
rages with the flow of citizens
out to exact their pleasure
in the joints and dives
bordering the University enclave
Is it the wisdom of the birds
or the lethargy of the hoipolloi
that make for a grand feast
on the bodies of corpulent comrades?
I have pondered that long and hard
and look to the owls for resolution!
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