Woodpecker Blues-senryu series
beak’s pecking away
chiselling wood from my side
hole reveals insides
is it work or play
pecker’s constant yammering
or to stir me up
plug up scab or slug
the critter who’s fleshing out
a home for squirrels
i’m feeling squirrely
running on a hamster wheel
pounding on the walls
Elmer Fudd my spouse
guns blazing looking for fight
wily rabbit laughs
morning to midnight
tiptoe open door slowly
feels swoosh of bb’s
No birds were hurt in the writing of this poem ;)
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