[image by Amber Burnette at avianimages.blogspot.com]
Young woodpecker,
pecking so hard
on the
telephone pole,
you remind me
of myself.
There's a nice,
soft-barked
tree,
full of
succulent bugs,
right beside you,
while you
bend your beak,
pecking fruitlessly
at that
unyielding,
un-nourishing
wood.
Move over,
little bird.
Try an
easier path.
Trust me,
you'll feel
much better,
once
you do.
