THE WOODPECKER

The woodpecker

flies from tree to tree.

Her bright red crown

seeking the best drum

for her pecking rhythm.

To respond and call

with Tera.



Her red head

pounds a rhythm,

seeking Tera’s response

a mother’s heartbeat.



Call and response.



We too beat a rhythm

with our lives.

Are we hearing

Tera’s response?



Lizette Estelle Stiehr

January 31, 2011



Dedicated to Ted Andrews AnimalSpeak Runes