I heard him again
mighty woodpecker
of the forest
raucous and imprudent.
I am not used to
his harsh
staccotoed laughter or
during the fall
his ceaseless drumming…
Victorian holes
appear on desiccated limbs
One could almost imagine
the oval doorways
becoming ‘homes’
for those of us who have lost our way?
Living in liminal space l walk on air with the ground disappearing beneath under my feet. Why is it that woodpeckers are so vocal during these deadly periods? This ‘King’ of the Forest is normally very quiet in the fall but this year his drumming and crazed laughter startle the forest folk….
Woodpeckers create holes…. as we wait for election returns the American ‘king’ at the helm denies he lost. He may be right.
The woodpecker has a skull that protects him from madness while he drums; the man does not.
