Way up high In the tallest tree A Downy woodpecker Fascinates me He pecks the bark An insect to seek Making holes With his sharp beak His black and white Feathers a pretty sight Where does he sleep When it is night The male has a dab Of red feathers on head The female nests In a limb that is dead Voice just a little Bit of a pip Beak that searches For bugs at the tip A beauty that little Bird that is he Bringing pleasure To you and me ~ © Sharon (quailgrdn@yahoo.com) ~ December 2003 If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Miss January Don King, Hair Stylist Cat Grins And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Winter 2004 Index