There it was for all to hear 

A little bird really so dear

Who tapped angrily upon bark

His message really quite dark



It was quite so aggravating to me

As try as I might, I did not see

The little blighter at his destruction

Or the other one with his construction



One was tapping out messages on a tree

The other one doing like notes to me

One I could only hear for a brief moment

The other one pushed so with his torment

 

I'm not sure I really understand the need

For either of these noisy birds which bleed

Nature's finest contributions of their sap

Which they have both done recently as a tap



The real woodpecker could be heard but not seen

The other aggravating one was obvious with gleam

In the corner of his eye, and ribbing me inside

Making me feel like washing just hung out to dry



And the embarrassment I felt was rushing thru veins

As I tried pretty darn hard to get up yet again

After reading my life's tales upon the board

Which depicts so much of me - I feel implored



To write to this other bird and warn him away

From adding so much other material this day

These things are private and have no place

Where so much other good thought fills space



- Tristram