Through the Window

Through the window looking out Two woodpeckers fly about Tapping, pecking, listening intent Tree to tree like sentries on they went Standing on the trunk they thought This must be the dinner tree I sought They appeared as ornaments upon the tree Dazzling black and white and breast of red to see Silently in freedom through the trees they glide Pictured beauty and boundless fun abide Never a worry, flying without a care Woodpeckers glory, magnificent pair