A city pigeon
perching on a roof downtown,
lets loose a high coo.
10 Mar 08
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I love the word 'coo.'
This is really clever...refreshing.
excellent..love the play on words
"Cleverness is the poison of the modern poet" - Ted Kooser....
true statement.....but i still like the poem no matter what teddy says
this is too coot starr 'a high coo' or an ode to a coo coo - made me smile
lovely image, feels as if the reader was standing at a window just below the high rooftop, it's a large panorama
i love the word play too
yes, very nice.
ingenious. quick question. The significance of Downtown capitalised signifies what exactly?
The pun is reasonable but the write too obvious.
Thanks, you guyz! This was me being silly last night and putting it on paper. Glad y'all dig it. :-)
Really like this, but I would be tempted to have a less obvious title. But, I'm loathe to include the name of forms in any poem, so I'm already biased: I like to feel clever as a reader when I figure out that a piece is a villanelle or sonnet or what have you. The 17 syllable ones are obviouslusually, but still.
This one works very nicely, which is surprising considering how much I hate hate hate pigeons, and would rather the subject be emitting a low warble as it falls to its death ... but i digress. 8.
You hate pigeons, Veronicat? Pigeons are doves. There's a flock of 'em here that recognize my bicycle and my ballcap that sit waiting for me on a downtown rooftop every day at 1:15p.m. before I go to work. When they see me, they're all happy. They fly down from the rooftop and land on my head, shoulders, arms and bike! They LOVE it when Uncle Starr brings them their daily Dunkin Donuts butternut and chocolate coconut Munchkins. I have since dubbed them (the pigeons) my "flock from da block." I see all the newborns and four in particular, share a really sweet trust with me. They let me pat them and kiss them and of course, give 'em their daily bikeride on the handlebars. Thanks for your comments, V. :-)
As for the High Coo, I just thought it would be a cute way of doing a play on words with Haiku. :-)
french kissing pigeons is a health hazard
Where does it say anything about French kissing? Do you have a reading comprehension problem that needs to be addressed, or do you enjoy being a wiseass on a public forum? Pick one.
Starr, to be clear, I LOVE the pun, but it's in L3 already, you know. I still love this poem, but don't get me started on why feeding wild animals is problematic to both humans and the animals. Toronto and New York are in serious trouble with pigeons (doves were on the ark, or flew around it, or whatever ha ha), and I'm sure there are other cities with similar dilemmas. I'll bet there's a raccoon problem where you are. Same story.
But of course, this has nothing to do with your poem, which, as stated, I adore. Peace be with you, and also with me.
(I just don't like birds I guess ... penguins being an exception)
It's all good, Veronicat! I'm in Portland, Maine. We have a lot of seagulls and pigeons here. Right on the ocean. Thanks again for stoppin' by and checkin' my stuff out. :-) Peace to all of us in these turbulent times/economy.
read your comment about kissing pigeons and chill out...
I reiterate. Pick one. A reading comprehension problem or a need to be a wiseass on a public forum??? Read my profile. It'll tell you all you need to know about yourself. Chill.
Oh, how darling is this! I have Doves at my balcony birdfeeder now and I know this sound!
WICKED CUTE STARR!
I changed newborn pigeon to "mother" pigeon. A newborn pigeon would be called a squab. Thanks everyone for diggin' this. :-)
now I can never eat squab again!!!
awesome!!! " UP on a rooftop DOWNtown"... love it!
I like the change.
Thanks Delicatelie and Isabelle. :-) No squab for you, Unknown. Sorry. Seagull is always an option though. They're even meatier than pigeons.
Excellent Starr! A Haiku = a High Coo!
wonderful play on words... delightful!!
Thanks, aforbing! :-)
all smile and no tongue.
Actually, I don't smile with my tonuge, D.L. I kiss with it. :-)
your friendship with birds is sweet
and chirpy, and i enjoy reading your poems on them.
better be careful though, i might start calling you bert. lol
i liked your high coo Starr, very nice. i like the up and down play.
i don't kiss with my tonuge either starr.
maybe I shoulda said teeth.
I mean *smile.
Thanks, Fireballerns, Jen and Deformed Lion for droppin' by. I was just messin' with ya, D.L.! I don't kiss with MY tongue either!
This was a random poem and it is not only true to form, but a hilarious play on words too, I might add.
This is perfect. Very nicely crafted. Kudos.
Better a coo, than a coup, I always say.
Spam really sucks but sometimes great poems get bumped, like this one. :)
Good to read this little cutie again.
hey ponyboy, nice comment there! Haha.
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