Not an Ode to Dove by Kristina Woodhill i'm so completely tired of you i do believe all you can do is coo coo coo coo coo i never knew before this morning's animated dawning your constant presence sends me way past stretching back to yawning coo, coo, coo, coo, coo can anything more peacefully address your calm soliloquies pointing out your complete categorical contentment a hum, hum, hum, humdrum constant verberating vibe ne're a chirp ne're a whistle not a scale to learn and finger faulter no cutting sharps or leaning fat flats; perched beside my keyboard I could match you note for note, bird, never strain a knuckle nor need to file a ragged nail here's my final chuckle if you see my raucous magpie friends who strut their stuff race the cat scoop mouse guts from my bloodied cracking old back stoop chase squirrels like yo-yo's up and down our startled all too dignant ash tree swoop and voice, rejoice! each changing brash opinion watch feathers float down riding cackles of derision deciding which end will end up, tell them I need their spiced up cup of shilly shally group gossip hopping on our compost pile committee conversations I am their kind of coo 08/11/2013 Posted on 08/11/2013 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/12/13 at 10:53 PM *STELLAR* [Very creative, loved this!] Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/13/13 at 05:48 PM Excellent reflection of human/bird interation. Posted by Michael Faraday on 09/15/13 at 05:18 AM Nice, really dug this! :) m Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)