Tuk, tuk, tuk
It knocks upon my wall
Feathered flying hammer head
Beak striker seeking life.
Wrecking ball of solitude
Practitioner of holes
Reverberating thunderbird
I pray for the winter’s cold.
Red headed bird of prey
Clinging to my wall
Drilling now for an entry hole
To place its family in.
Tak, tak, tak
Pound the nails in
Secure a simple piece of tin
To end the awful din.
-Clarence Holm
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You gotta love that line “beak striker seeking life.” I liked the word strings man! -OM
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Love the humour and rhythm in this. 🙂