Kyeer! Kyeer! So clear
Sound penetrated window
I startled from my afternoon nap
Pressed my nose on the glass
She perched on the white ice
Chest, sipped water from the cup
Holders in the lid. She turned
Her black striped back, showcased
Her long tapered tail, spun
Her black crescent moon chest
On the white catwalk. She hopped
To the grass, pecked for ants.
The little red plumed woodpecker
Called her mate. He ascended
the fence post, his black spotted belly
Puffed proud. They flew
To the barren fall garden to hunt
Among the patches of grass
They darted, zeroed in
On their prey. I stared, caught
Like a beetle between their beaks.
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