Mr. Woody Woodpecker

I heard a’knocking on the tall oak tree but though I strained my eyes I could not see.. “a-rat-a-tat-tat” there it was again tapping in a rhythm driving me insane..

Well I stood below with it’s canopy in the sky and there I espied with my eager eye.. the busiest bird I had ever seen with his streaks of red amidst the leaves so green..Mr. Woody Woodpecker with his sharpened bill.. burrowing the bough with all his will..

So he touched his tip like a beat of a drum..and sap trickled down the trunk like bubblegum..he was pecking for a mate the amorous little thing.. one early morning in mild mid Spring..I thanked this Great spotted woodpecker for his wonderful sight.. then he turned his head and he took off in flight..