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High Coo

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.
 — Catbox

excellent..love the play on words
 — Luna

"Cleverness is the poison of the modern poet"  - Ted Kooser....

true statement.....but i still like the poem no matter what teddy says
 — joshcoops

cool Coo
 — poetbill

this is too coot starr 'a high coo' or an ode to a coo coo - made me smile
 — AlchemiA

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
 — nisetru

yes, very nice.
: )
 — fractalcore

ingenious. quick question. The significance of Downtown capitalised signifies what exactly?

 — Gabriella

The pun is reasonable but the write too obvious.  
 — unknown

Thanks, you guyz!  This was me being silly last night and putting it on paper.  Glad y'all dig it.  :-)
 — starr

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.
 — VeroniCat

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.  :-)
 — starr

As for the High Coo, I just thought it would be a cute way of doing a play on words with Haiku.  :-)
 — starr

french kissing pigeons is a health hazard
 — unknown

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

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)
 — VeroniCat

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.
 — starr

read your comment about kissing pigeons and chill out...
 — unknown

 — tiedtoes

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.  
 — starr

Oh, how darling is this!  I have Doves at my balcony birdfeeder now and I know this sound!  
 — Isabelle5

 — unknown

 — unknown

I changed newborn pigeon to "mother" pigeon.  A newborn pigeon would be called a squab.  Thanks everyone for diggin' this.  :-)    
 — starr

now I can never eat squab again!!!
 — unknown

awesome!!! " UP on a rooftop DOWNtown"... love it!
 — Delicatelie

I like the change.  
 — Isabelle5

Thanks Delicatelie and Isabelle.  :-)  No squab for you, Unknown.  Sorry.  Seagull is always an option though.  They're even meatier than pigeons.  
 — starr

Excellent Starr!  A Haiku = a High Coo!  
 — unknown

wonderful play on words... delightful!!
 — aforbing

Thanks, aforbing!  :-)
 — starr

 — fireballems

all smile and no tongue.
 — DeformedLion

Actually, I don't smile with my tonuge, D.L.  I kiss with it.  :-)
 — starr

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.
happy spring!
 — jenakajoffer

i don't kiss with my tonuge either starr.

maybe I shoulda said teeth.
 — DeformedLion

I mean *smile.
 — DeformedLion

lousy kisser?
 — unknown

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!  
 — starr

This was a random poem and it is not only true to form, but a hilarious play on words too, I might add.
 — unknown

This is perfect.  Very nicely crafted.  Kudos.
 — sybarite

Thanks.  :-)  
 — starr

 — unknown

Better a coo, than a coup, I always say.
 — PaleHorse

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.
 — jenakajoffer

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