A Haiku poem about a woodpecker.
Strange quarter-sized holes Gaping from the front hard tree. “Who did it?” I ask.
Tap-Tap-Tap Tap-Tap! Jazz-like rhythm loudly heard Woodpecker at work.
Mystery solved now Tree now his seasonal home Signature- more holes.
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