Broken Beats The forest hums, a silent, lonely sigh, Two hearts once one, now watch the branches fly. Each rhythmic tap-a memory, a phantom sound, Of love once shared, on hallowed, hollow ground. Her Memories – The Female Woodpecker’s Side I remember your drumming-loud, alive, and clear, It echoed through the boughs, a song I held dear. But then, another rhythm from a distant tree, A flash of red, and joy not meant for me. My heart recoiled, a splintered, sudden dread- Another’s beat, another nest, inside my head. My tapping faltered, lost its steady chime, Believing now your melody beat to different time. His Truth -The Male Woodpecker’s Side She never knew-my fervent, pounding beat Was for our future home, for love, for something sweet. I scoured the bark for grubs, for strength, for song, To claim a space where we, at last, belong. That distant tree...
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