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Walking to Find the Woodpecker Through my puffing breath and crunch of frozen grass. Through a cat's pleading for cream and a auditory guess. The persistent rat-tat-tat, wondrous little fellow, carpentering, cultivating a next meal. I was invited more than once and came only the third. The powerful don't like that, I'm assured. Crap on you, why are you like that, bonaventure perhaps? Oh, we can't do well, it's then expected and becomes welfare. And I did not feel the same...after that. So, my little diligent, are you red on top or only slightly mottled? Do you have the flaring feather tail, or is it bottled? No, just another squawling jay on his way and pretense of being a nutcracker. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2006-12-03 18:31:32
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.66667
Hi James, interesting read and here in Tully I hear that rat tat tat and search high into the tall trees behind our home in the woods and have yet to find the big one.........Interesting how you have brought the wood pecker to life though........red top, fluffy tail, big and exciting to look at. Nice read, made me laugh at times too. We are looking for something ost of the time.......thanks for posting and for sharing, Merry Christmas, God Bless, Claire