Woodpecker

You loiter and tap me with your hard beak my friend.
But you never find any insect here.
Though you see my tree trunk is strong
It’s almost a hollow.
They have already sucked my sap
And where they were gone?
Do you hear the far away song of storm?
It murmurs to me that I won’t be long-standing.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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