Alarm Call

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Alarm Call

He drills for food at break of dawn
Woodpecker’s schedule already drawn
Woken rudely from my reverie
Before I can barely release a yawn
 
A beautiful sight high on the oak tree
His red tuft bright and feathery
It’s a wonder his head doesn’t ache
If only he could work in a lower key
 
It must be a tough job for Woody
Does his beak ever get bloody?
Why doesn’t he dig for worms? 
Then perhaps I wouldn’t be so moody
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Frank is hosting at D'Verse Poets Pub and our challenge
tonight is covering the Rubaiyat. 

Rhyme schemes
 The original Persian rhyme schemes were AABA or AAAA.
I chose AABA for my attempt at this form.

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		I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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      Thanks Lisa. I noticed many responding to the challenge used birds as their muse, so I did too! 🙂
      

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    This was wonderful Christine. I love woodpeckers. When we lived in the Cascade foothills of Oregon, the big red crested Pileated’s were always pecking at the giant old-growth conifers that surrounded our house. And always seemed they were in pairs. I enjoyed reading this and the phito was great! I got inspired by Frank’s rubaiyat thing and posted two – one dark, one light. Both of mine follow Frost’s 8-syllable line format.
    

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      Thanks Rob!  Yes, they are fascinating birds and always fun to hear them drilling.  Although not at 6 am 😑  I’ll check out your poems now.  💕☺️
      

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    Hah!  You have me smiling with this one!  Good question…..my guess would be that woodpeckers get giant head aches! Perhaps we should pitch this image and idea for a commercial for Advil???  🙂
    

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    A nice light- hearted approach to the prompt. I see one once in awhile in my back yard. Interesting to watch but yes, not the best alarm clock to wake up to.
    

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