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The Woodpecker ![]() When Spring arrives they make themselves known. ![]() |
Hello, TheBusmanPoet ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Woodpeckers appear in Springtime where the author lives. He hears their sounds rat-a-tat-tating. Then he sees the babies, Each year the cycle reoccurs. ![]() This is my own reading of what you wrote, as it read to me, feel free to disagree with me. Reading your poem I could see a difference between your experience of woodpeckers and mine. Yours was clearly seasonal. The Woodpecker arrives in Spring during mating season. Here in Germany, I see Great Spotted Woodpeckers with their distinctive black, white and red feathers all year around. Apparently if you live in the mountains the experience here is more seasonal. This poem lacked a description of the birds. My wife's a scientist and at a glance, she will say oh that's a male or that is a female. Apparently, the male has a red bit on its neck that is missing on the female. I am not as observant as her. But this enables her to describe the relations between the birds as they congregate distinguishing between the parents and babies and laughing with glee with the babies misbehave or act incompetently. We have a good mix of tree types here. But the woodpeckers seem to nest further down our street in a massive ash tree. I felt this poem lacked visual detail and authentic experiential observation of the birds. ![]() There was an irregular rhyming pattern here. Thanks for sharing. ![]() ![]()
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