This morning I heard "coo coo coo," quite instently and continuously. "Coo coo coo"... . It was immediately recocognizable as a pigeon's sound. But why the ruckus? I looked out the window at my balcony and saw two pigeons. They were, um, hanging out. The one making all the noise was crouched in the corner, waving her wings a bit and cooing. She (for now I see it must be a she) was trying to get the other's attention. But he was walking around the balcony, undecided. He didn't fly away, but he didn't come too close either.
Then, he came closer for a bit. He walked away. He came back. He walked away. This went on for a while.
Finally, he made up his mind, and climbed on her. And I captured the private moment discretely from behind my curtain. Then, the cooing stopped, and they were gone.
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MY FAVORITE PIGEON
By:Alisha
The pigeon flew, the pigeon sat,
I wondered what he was looking at.
Then from above there dove a hawk
I opened my mouth and tried to talk,
But I couldn't even make a squawk.
The pigeon flew:my heart did too.
I didn't know of anything to do!?!
And so I watched the horrifying chase,
There came the pigeon in first place
The hawk behind him all the way,
I thought this sight would darken my day.
But the pigeon didn't let me down,
He flew all the way to the ground.
And under a cage ran the bird
The hawk must have thought this was absurd.
Up flew the hawk, away into the blue.
The pigeon came out and then I knew
That everything would be alright,
The hawk had missed and had no bite.
Then that beautiful pigeon trapped into the loft,
And onto the pine needle nest, so soft.
His squabs tweeted.
He knew just what they needed.
He fed them and then they slept,
I knew then that bird would be one that I kept.
My heart still pounding, I walked slowly back home,
He was my favorite pigeon from then on.
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