Larger than life, or at least most of our avian life, the Pileated Woodpecker (Dryocopus pileatus) is a familiar plumage and percussive soundtrack in our Adirondack Coast forest. And often at our suet feeders, even trees in our yard.
Freaky physics notwithstanding, the poise and drama of this sylvan neighbor stand out among our local bird population. And for the first time one of our wildlife cameras documented one, a mature male pileated woodpecker mid flight.
Pileated Woodpecker Haiku
Drilling and darting,
my scarlet capped companion
drums for his dinner.
Of course, I’ve taken some poetic license, imagined myself into the moment this digital voyeur glimpsed the pileated woodpecker. But it’s a familiar enough sound and sight that I don’t got a moment feel guilty about my imposter poem. Micropoem. Well, maybe a little…
What do you think?