The woodpecker with its beautiful crown of red and feathers of blue 

alights on the side of the big oak tree.

Quickly setting to work,

diligently, making holes in the bark, tapping the marrow of the tree.

Rhythmically and expeditiously it farms.

The tree doesn’t seem to mind.

Is the woodpecker successfully harvesting sustenance?

Or, could it be coming up empty?

Simply searching,

patiently,

methodically,

systematically.

Poking

and poking,

until the choice is made 

to go elsewhere, 

or remain here,

seeking,

practicing,

exploring its skills

and talents,

supported,

nourished,

and satisfied,

wherever it chooses to be.