The trespasser.

Monochromatic, except
for his top hat of
blinding red..
So gentle, so gentle today…
None of that loud thwacking,
that wild peeling of bark, looking
for the juiciest morsels
under the coarse, exposed skin..

Awareness of me
had steeled his heart,
and his beak.

Foolish heart;
He thought he was trespassing.

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