honking sound pass my roof
in midst of cold calm night
awakes me wondering why this
why this time of wee hour
do they know red eye flight
maybe in their own witty ways
maybe they are fascinated by
by night scenery, those lights
less sound wave transmissions
crisscrossing mighty skyline
less drones flying; watching
yes they're smarter thn we think
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