the woodpecker
a big goose like
black and reddish
long beak like hook
it shelled on my ear
near very near
as i kept a pot for birds food
visitors are sparrows in random
black crows are naughty birds
mynahs come seldom
martins are random
doves visits rare
but two wood peckers
hurt shelling my ears
last morning was i late
rice was not kept in the pot
oh my god shelling on my ear
the goose like wood pecker
consoled it i made
giving rice one plate
it stopped snubbing....
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