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Pileated Woodpecker
Oh Pileated 'pecker of wood, you leave a mark that's understood. I've seen you in amongst the trees. You know to choose the ones that please.
The tall tree there, it's ready for you, most leaves are gone, some bark is too. It awaits your pleasure, with scurrying yield, to sate your hunger, a sumptuous meal.
Your bright red cap, that pure white collar, the jackhammer beak, and distinctive holler, belie your shyness with robust presence. The splinter'd wood, your avian essence.
So make me happy, let me see, your fleeting shape 'round about these trees, and the rat-a-tat-tat that your beak doth make, means feeding time, for my soul's own sake.
(C) David Reder 2003
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