Curious?

What’s that?
I’m hearing a rapid knock, knock, knock, somewhere near,
It’s a unique sound to an untrained ear,
Is someone knocking at my door?
Driving a nail into the hardwood floor?
It is a hollow sound, like a percussion block,
Knock, knock, knock; knock, knock, knock, knock,
It almost sounds like the beat of a bongo drum,
Or the rapid fire of an automatic machine gun,
I look out my window in order to see,
A red-headed woodpecker drilling holes on the side of a tree,
I knew all along what caused this unusual noise,
But to peak your curiosity is one of my joys,
How would the poem read if I told you right away?
“I saw a red-headed woodpecker today”,
Well I did, and he was a sight to behold,
He was quite large, and he certainly was bold,
But I wonder still as I think back on his pecking,
Was it my hearing or his, he was wrecking?
Surely the loud noise would make his ears ache,
Or at least give him an excruciating headache,
And his beak took a pounding and did not break,
Maybe that is why his head is so red,
I’m so glad I saw him before he fled.

Tammy Harvey
Written: 2/11/2018