The woodpecker pecksat the treepeck, peck, peckwith a calming soundas I walk by.

I wonder what it’s looking for(bugs? ants?),so diligently pecking at.

The bird is yellow,a bit smaller than a hawk. He seems to lookat me, for a second.

Then he flexes his wingsand leaps off a branch,gliding through the airlike a paper airplane,

as if to say,

Farewell.