Day 28, The Thing About Woodpeckers

Day 28, The Thing About Woodpeckers

Many a day on a walk in the woods,

I’d hear your knock, inviting me in.

I’d scan the trees for a glimpse of distant motion,

that jackhammer crack on wood.

Those days were good:

satisfying when you let me in.

Unknown to you, we’d share the moment

before you shattered the silence of the wood.

Did I grow greedy, try too hard?

I put out food in winter, invited you in.

With that, my yard was overrun.

And — how had I forgotten —my house is made of wood.