The woodpeckers are back.
And you? You are not...
The bare trunks of leafy trees,
The scared man on bended knees.
The crescent moon
In shape of spoon,
Or is it a smile
Behind the gloom?
It matters not what the winds have blown in.
It matters not what the cats have dragged in.
It's just that the birds are pecking again.
But you are away and the scene's not the same.
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