{ Woodpecker }

The Woodpecker

Where do you suppose
The Woodpecker goes

When he carries those
Little crumbs away?


Across the lake, and
Across the land,


Clutching in his hand
A parcel of hay



For his little ones,
The Woodpecker runs.
For just a few crumbs,



He spends all the day
Flying to and fro,


But ne'er will I know
Just where he will go
Each time he flits away.

*Jean Mallette*

* I love my little woodpecker friend, though there have been Saturday and Sunday mornings where he decides to peck at my wall in the bedroom, waking me up at 6 am with his constant peck peck peck....but for the most part, I absolutely love watching him from my kitchen window. This tree is right outside and he works diligently all day long, pecking here and there.*