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A Pileated Woodpecker
RF (02/09/1954 / Perth, Ontario)

A Pileated Woodpecker

Poem By Raymond Farrell

A Pileated Woodpecker drumming a tree
Became quite put out with me
Fast to flight, then circling cautiously
He took to berating me incessantly.

No need for words, the meaning was clear
A screech of indignity, nothing of fear
To think that I would disturb his work
Was enough to make him go berserk.

In truth, he was right and I was wrong
Any insistence I didn't belong
Confronted my prejudice face to face
Bird enough, he put me in my place.

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