The Woodpecker by Kevin Ott

Dear woodpecker, is any head as hard as thine?

You who feeds upon a wintry lifeless tree,

Is your head as hardened and foolish as mine?

We are hopeless cousins, you and I,

Who try to find a hearty meal, again and again,

In this world's heartless hardened wood that we climb,

Clamoring up the teasing limbs and frosty lips,

Of weeping willow farewells,

And winter's frozen fingertips.