Knock on Wood

Downey Woodpeckers know where the Loot is stashed... 

They are flitting about at daybreak... wearing a Robe of 

black and white with a most fashionable Red Hood.  

The energy they expend is unbelievable to defend 

their territory.  They scare the Cardinals  dining on 

sunflower seeds.  Meanwhile I am sipping my first 

Cuppa Coffee... planning a Party later in the day.   

Well... off to my duties of the day... and away to 

chat with other feathered friends who fly around 

looking for mischievous pranks to play...  I button my 

Robe and wish that Winter would blow away all 

riffraff from my backyard deck where Blue Jays 

attack the sparrows who need a bird snack... 

My friend "Woody" will never know... 

the Treasure he seeks in right under his Beek...   

Merry  Christmas and Noel... Happy Pecking... 

 

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love the informal peek into your yard and day.
I write like sometimes, a blending of events to do and things I see. I find these poetic journaling very relaxing (to write and to read). We have several types of Woodpeckers living in the yard. The funny thing is in the summer the Woodpeckers and Blue Jays keep to the front yard ( if indeed I have a front yard) and in the winter they visit our back yard feeder. The dynamic birds can entertain me all year. I loved your poem I could see it all.

[Patricia Wedel]

Cherrie dear... we have lived in his Bird sanctuary three years. This early Winter is the first time we have seen such large Fat Blue Jays... usually four or so at a time. They are lavishly hungry and very intent to eat a lot of seed. Odd... we usually see smaller Blue Jays in the warmer months. Love the wee sparrows who have no fear. Thanks for your charming visit. Merry Christmas. tenderly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

:))))))))))) and happy pecking to all, Pat! love those red headed wood peckers ... and those bully Jays want it all don't they ;)))))))) this one reminds me of time I spent with my Aunt at her home. She was about 102 at the time and it was early winter .. birds and squirrels scattered seed all over her back deck. We had a perfect view from the breakfast table that sat in front of the sliding glass doors leading to the deck..such antics :)))))))))) wonderful scene setting my friend .........
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Gene... love that your Aunt was 102 and enjoyed her View of frisky beautiful feathered friends. Sometimes I put shelled peanuts on our Deck railing to divert the Squirrels from eating sunflower seeds... what a three ring Circus. We always have Bright Red Cardinals with their grey-brownish Ladies (doing the Can-Can dance 💃 from 🇫🇷 France. The Show must go On!
Merry Christmas 🎄 dear 💜 heart. tenderly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

Merry Christmas to you too Pat... your words make me smile :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You also made me think of that song by Eddie Floyd..." you'd better knock, knock on wood"

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... that was quite a song by Eddie Floyd.
I always wondered where that expression originated.
Merry Christmas... Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like how the speaker becomes the woodpecker as the poem progresses...becomes that bird that scares the others...maybe with reality....
It is like the woodpecker is part of a monastery...and the inhabitants know where the treasure is...that which will fulfill the soul....I think that is going to be an awfully good party.
I'll bring the chips and dip.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are my late night "toddy"... Absolutely crazy about the Woodpecker being part of a Monastery.
Yes, the hidden treasure does fulfill the soul.
Dill and sour cream or French onion sour cream dip?
Cranberry Grape to drink... wink wink.. shall we invite Margie? Be blessed. Pat

[Sami Khalil]

This was so creative Pat. Your well is full of riches. I love the concept of Woodpeckers and knock on wood. Some human heads are hollow, others solidly same. Kudos

[Patricia Wedel]

Good morning Sami... you have me laughing ... such a Tonic you are! Did you mean to say “solidly Sane” in your last line? We do have a Downey Woodpecker in our Yard pecking on the Trunk of our “leafless” Maple Tree most every day now in December. I often have said certain things for years and I knock on my Head with my Fist ... as if to say— “hope I am as Clever as Pinocchio”.
Merriest of Christmas... and Noel.. Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe. I did. That could be a good title for a poem(Solidly Sane). You are welcome Pat. Glad you smiled.