A redheaded woodpecker was
rocking it
pounding away
rapping
it found a sweet spot on a live oak
and
its sharp attack echoed and reverberated throughout the limb and out its rotted
end as the woodpecker clung to it tenaciously
upsidedown
he wished he could knock back
from the inside at the exact place where it
knocked
RAP RAP
RAP
rap rap rap
he wondered if it would shake its
head confused
dig a toenail into its earhole clearing
it to be sure it was hearing correctly
RAP RAP
RAP
rap rap
rap
dafuck RAPRAP
raprap
he wondered if there was a
comparaptive Morse Code for redheaded woodpeckers
briefly elongated pauses imposed as dashes
perhaps not
the
O in Morse was -- -- --
he
could H rap rap
rap E rap
L rap brieflyelongatedpause rap
rap L rap
brieflyelongatedpause rap rap
but how could he fashion and manifest an O
its two breaks between the three dashes
if he briefly sought elongated
pauses to impose them
a bigger mind than his he determined
perhaps he and the redheaded woodpecker
were nothing more than curious birdbrains
then why would he want to torment
the woodpecker by returning its RAPs
or maybe in all honesty it was because
he was the birdbrain in their obvious equation
if he could break its code if he had a proper tuning with a Turing Enigma
machine and would gratefully eat acorns and beech nuts or old food hidden away in
crevices in the trees and adeptly take flying insects midair
he would know what woodpeckers thought
Hell . . . he already knew plenty
of what peckerwoods thought
itd be innarestin to get to the
other side of things
wouldnt it
he certainly thought so
afternoon, Sunday,
30 8. 15
fleshed
out 1526, Sunday, 30 8.
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