Big Woodpecker

 Big Woodpecker

 

A jackhammer in a tree

He drummed there very powerfully

With it sounding everywhere

For the birders now aware

 

He was as big as a crow

And pecking there was quite a show

With his crest there erected

As each tree he inspected

 

He left woodchips beneath a tree

Where he excavated a cavity

And returned often to the site

Where chicks were kept all snug and tight

 

He drilled holes in trees grown old

And searched around the flaking mold

With the insects here and there

Under bark and everywhere

  

He used his long and sticky tongue

To capture there the juicy ones

The little insects in the tree

That he fed to family   

 

He dipped slightly as he flew

In a way we all knew

On toward another wood

Where old timber proudly stood