Woodpecker Serenade
Do you hear the distant code that the hungry pecker makes,
it echoes amid the pines and across the shimmering lakes.
For miles you can hear his persistent Rata-tat-tat;
forever hunting for that big bug or tiny little gnat.
It escapes thought how he obsessively hammers away,
not only during the night but constantly during the day.
Doesn’t he ever get tired of that Rata-tat-tat... noise,
how can he clinch tirelessly and retain good poise?
Outside my sleeping window; high up in pine tree,
is that blasted woodpecker serenading me.
Rata-tat-tat all day he sings his woodpecker hymn,
I am beginning to wish he would fall off that limb.
It has been weeks since I have had any sleep,
my eyelids droop and I have tried counting sheep.
Rata-tat-tat, there goes that red-headed bird again;
maybe I need to stop…write about a quiet wren.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
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