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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!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
Published | Edited 11th Nov 2022
Author's Note
True story
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