We're honored by his visits; he must come from royalty
He's here a couple times a week, and dressed right to a T
His hair is a bright red, and appears to be a Mohawk
His suit is black attire; he makes the jealous birds all gawk
He puts on quite an air, that would impress most any snob
Poised and confident, and is the female bird's heart throb
He's a hero conquering enemies, of insects that he's after
He must be very jolly, cause for miles you'll hear his laughter
He'll hide his living quarters, so that no one ever sees
He doesn't live majestically, but in the poorest of the trees
His name's derived from Greece, which means tree and also beating
He'll keep his vows for life, while his wife is out there cheating
He's the talk of the tree town, as they gossip 'round the feeder
The guys think he's a menace, but the girls think he's a leader
The truth is he is gentle; he'd love to join these get togethers
He'd like to be their friend, unless they try ruffling his feathers
The bird that I chose for my poem is the Pileated Woodpecker. I tried to romanticize my poem to make it more entertaining, but kept to the facts about this amazing bird. They do have an air about them that appears to be snobbish, but in reality, are a very down to earth bird. The DNR has tagged and measured him at 21 inches, but they can get to 24 inches.
Grandkids named him Woody, and he is my favorite bird in our feeder.
