GRUBS, BUGS AND A WOODPECKER
My bright yellow and bottle-green
plumed woodpecker’s returned.
A rare treat; a twitcher’s incident.
His head sheens with chilled rain,
nodding and bobbing, an affable
lemon-lime ball. He’s an errant stroke,
a poke of citrus colour that brightens
a tennis court. I doubt that he
appreciates his patchwork threads;
a streak of scarlet red adorns his head,
and coral feet pry grubs and bugs
from the open field. He’s certainly
too busy to bother with weather –
soaked and bathed in rain,
he drips dry with a shake of a worm.
It’s grubby work but he’s
come to terms with that.
Wordle #95: Bathe, term, court, open, dry, coral, bottle, ball, plume, rare, incident, thread