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Posted July 23, 2010
"WOODPECKER MUSINGS"
So what?
I can be a hummingbird if I wannabe,
beats bashing my brains out trying to suck
ants out of a tree. I can recreate
myself into any character I choose,
call me Ishmael or call me whale
besides, I might prefer to be on a liquid
diet every now and then. Beats asparagus puree.
I could be fasting - no red meat - you never know.
Just because my head is red doesn't mean squat.
Don't some of you guys wear mullets?
I just like being different, traveling
incognito, zebra of a different stripe.
Why didn't you put out a plate of insects
for me like you put sugar water out for hummingbirds?
I feel like I'm being discriminated against.
And why are you watching me?
Go away woodpecker papparazzi
or I'll migrate to California
where I hear everything is free
and I can get more than sugar to sweeten
my water to take me higher and higher
and I can become famous and, oh yeah,
deal with more woodpecker papparazzi.
Then again, perhaps I'll go back to pecking wood
after tomorrow, after I pretend to be a zebra
who's heard sweet grass mixed with clover
tastes pretty good even if it's not smoked.
Perhaps I'll go back to pecking
wood, if there are any trees left standing.
If there's anything left to peck
and don't even dare ask me how many
pecks can a woodpecker peck if a woodpecker
would peck pecks.
Photo credit - Kathy.