A Poem by Joanna M. Weston
the pileated woodpecker
hammers his summer song
to a hunting beat
undetered by rain or wind
I listen and watch
as ants and insects
disappear to his rhythm
claws fixed in bark
black feathers sleek
arrogant crest nodding
to the throb of his beak
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Hi, Joanna. Enjoyed your poem and the feeling it left me with — including the photo illustration. It Is spectacular! Thanks for sharing. StephanySpencer.com