Percussive

I heard a woodpecker today.
Her beak hit-hit-hit-hit-hit-hit-hit at the tree.
And again: hit-hit-hit-hit-hit-hit-hit.
 

Winter was warmer
So the ticks and termites and terminal blights
Crowd her wooden plate where she
Hit-hit-hit-hit-hit-hit-hits.
 

I saw a woodpecker saw a tree
To get through decay and death to dinner.
She may slice that tree from the top
Before crews can take it out at the stump.
 

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