The woodpecker pecks gracefully on the house.
It’s bothersome knocks wake me from a sound sleep.
I wonder why?
What a foolish animal
Does it not know that the house
Is not a tree.
The woodpecker pecks gracefully on the side of the house.
It’s bothersome raps wake me from a sound sleep.
I stumble out of bed in a sleepy fog and walk outside
To somehow quiet the loud clatter.
I walk up to the house
The small woodpecker is startled
And hastily flies away
He perches on a small branch
And looks at me.
I leave the woodpecker to his business
In hope he would get bored
And depart for my house’s sake.