Hole Maker

Darting by the windshield glass,
a blur of life does pass.
Its scarlet plume lends older thoughts
of galeas past,
while its puffed out chest is speckled

coffee-dreg black.

Chiseled beak for carving wood and
threading needles thin,
allowing each
to within reach and
stab their grubby din.

It's a pecker of wood, you see
and pileated is he.

Reviews

[Gee]

Ah, I see, Woodpecker...duhhh . Excuse my thickness