Hole Maker

Hole Maker

A Poem by Chase

Darting by the windshield glass,
a blur of life does pass.
Its scarlet plume lends older thoughts
of galeas past,
while its puffed out chest is speckled

coffee-dreg black.

Chiseled beak for carving wood and
threading needles thin,
allowing each
to within reach and
stab their grubby din.

It's a pecker of wood, you see
and pileated is he.

© 2016 Chase


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Gee
Ah, I see, Woodpecker...duhhh . Excuse my thickness

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Chase
Chase

Stillwater, MN



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My name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..

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