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High Noon Yarrup
'Twere at a Northern Flicker's beckon peck
That from a slumber I arose
Wondering if some discotheque
Had messed with my mid day repose.
But as soon as I had given a glance
From out my chamber window frame
I broke the creature's tapping trance
To see it quit where it lay claim
And once again regain the sky
With wing beats in a panic flap
Since no bird cares to see me spy
Where it thought that it was drilling for sap
Inside some strange rectilinear tree
Full of flicker chow...instead of me!
That from a slumber I arose
Wondering if some discotheque
Had messed with my mid day repose.
But as soon as I had given a glance
From out my chamber window frame
I broke the creature's tapping trance
To see it quit where it lay claim
And once again regain the sky
With wing beats in a panic flap
Since no bird cares to see me spy
Where it thought that it was drilling for sap
Inside some strange rectilinear tree
Full of flicker chow...instead of me!
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