If I had a look so endearing and sweet,
snowy rump and fine black-scalloped plumage, I’d beat
out a ratamacue or a seven-stroke roll
just for joy on the bark of some hollowed-out bole.
Perhaps my great drumming and looks would attract
the attention of someone to love. But, in fact,
I am happy enough merely hearing the talk
of that bird in the woods. Just to listen and walk.
— “Yellowhammer Woodpecker (Northern Flicker)” by Miles T. Ranter