Yellow flash across the clearing
Ants beware! The flicker's nearing!
Who among us feels no thrill
at dawn to hear his rattle-trill?
Hitching higher, the tree-bark wrecker
all bold field marks, no mere woodpecker
I see him there atop the ash
with black cravat and black mustache
And though I wish he'd linger on
In a golden flicker, the flicker's gone
Ants beware! The flicker's nearing!
Who among us feels no thrill
at dawn to hear his rattle-trill?
Hitching higher, the tree-bark wrecker
all bold field marks, no mere woodpecker
I see him there atop the ash
with black cravat and black mustache
And though I wish he'd linger on
In a golden flicker, the flicker's gone
3 comments:
BOTB:
This is a lovely poem! It made me laugh... And I LOVE flickers so much! Also love your way w/ words.
Thanks!
Annie Q
I like the poem a lot. So clever.
I have a feeling you can just sit down and whip up a lovely poem like that in 5 minutes. It's great. I've never seen a Flicker - if I did, I didn't know it.
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