The Woodpecker's Rhythm Poem

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In the woods, with a peck and a tap,
A woodpecker sets off its rap.
A drummer in nature's band,
With feathers of red, black, and grand.
With a sturdy beak that drills and knocks,
A rhythm that echoes through the rocks.
Searching for insects, grub, and prey,
A hunter at work every day.
With precision and skill, it pecks away,
A percussionist in a wild display.
In tune with nature's symphony,
A woodpecker's beat, pure harmony.
So let us marvel at this bird,
Whose rhythmic pecking can be heard,
A musician of the forest's prime,
Keeping time in nature's rhyme.