(This was my first long poem. Written in 2020)
A Little Woodpecker's Life
Tap, tap, thud, thud, thud,
The woodpecker works all day
Knowing he will be a father,
Having a bride so gay.
When the house is sanded well,
With walls greatly strong.
And a perfect solid door,
so no pussy dare break in.
When his wife arrives,
No thing is wrong.
She makes a comfy bed.
With moss for covers,
And soft little feathers.
She then settles,
And sleeps the night.
When the sun rises,
And the sky becomes bright.
Somthing's laying on the bed,
White so pure without a speck.
Little pearls of the dark deep,
A wonderful thing to keep.
And when the skies darken,
the parents happily sleep.
(My term of "gay" as in happiness, not the other kind.
The Pic above is of a Red Bellied Woodpecker, and is native to the U.S.A.)
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