Woody Has Nothing On Me Poem by Juan Olivarez

I have some woodpeckers with red on their heads,
That incessantly peck on my trees.
Looking for termites, or grubs comfy in bed,
Sitting vertically swaying in the breeze.

In their great checkered coats, they create quite a scene,
With their raucous behavior and calls.
Staying on the trunk, caring naught for the green,
Chasing away large birds and small.

I have some woodpeckers with orange on their necks,
That turn early morn to a riot.
They land on a trunk and start in to peck,
Of a sudden there goes peace and quiet.

3/10/14 Alton Texas