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Young woodpecker,
you're still
bending your beak
against that
hard metal roof.
Are you going to
take as long as
I did
to stop
choosing struggle,
and find
an easier way?
You have wings.
Lift off.
Zoom over
five more feet
to that loose-barked
old cedar,
full of rich,
juicy,
succulent bugs.
Give your beak
a break.
