Woodpecker
By YaseminB
Tue, 13 Mar 2018
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Woodpecker
Moving graciously to
Organza wind;
You land on my London Plane!
The bough is proclaimed
As your own.
With your sword like beak
You peck and you peck!
I peek
Through my window!
Your feathers work as a fine camouflage;
Blending in with yellow-green leaves.
Your shadow cast: amorphous
On fidgeting leaves below.
You catch a glimpse of me;
Fly low;
The top of your head;
Crimson,
Pretty as a bow.
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I enjoyed the way you convey
I enjoyed the way you convey your excitement at the sight, and the 'fidgeting leaves'. Rhiannon
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