Picoides Villosus

Two brilliant black and white Woodpeckers

hitched up and down and circled and peered

and arched and flitted and jerked and bobbed

and crouched and flattened and swelled and lifted

and flaired and elongated and shrank and charged

and retreated and skittered and leapt and floated

around a youngish Sugar Maple Trunk,

never coming closer to each other than

a dozen woodpecker lengths.

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1 Response to Picoides Villosus

  1. Sara Wright says:

    the soul of the woodpecker is present and circling through these words

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