Woodpecker on the suet,
He loves it so.
Eyes it from branches,
On the trees, he roams.
Hammering out,
The worms and bugs.
Huge holes he leaves,
On the dead, old trunk.
I love to hear,
His noise on the tree.
Brings me comfort,
I hear, but can’t see.
Darting and flying,
Pileated is huge.
Downy woodpecker,
Small, and cute.
Keep a good stock,
Of suet for them.
Hope they’ll return,
Again, and again.