T'was a wood pecker
That's his moniker
Given that with a frequent blow
He searches for insects, below.
Sad wood pecker that he is
Doesn't understand preservatives
That man imparts
To save the wood from insect upstarts.
Yet he hangs there by talons extended
Hopeful that Nature is better intended
To provide grubs that likewise don't understand
The ways of man.
s
Sidi J. Mahtrow
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