Cool, sunny afternoon, all about, strains of Nature's tune, lying back against a tree, tranquilized by the wood's tranquillity, my eyes grow heavy, my consciousness creep, soon I am lost in sweet afternoon sleep. Rat-a-tat-tat, Rap-a-tap-tap, and I am startled from my nap, my eyes dart from tree to tree, then I see her staring back at me. The woodpecker with crown of red, beating out a tat-too that would wake the dead. She looked at me as if to say "So sorry, I ruined your day and interrupted your nap so sweet, but even a woodpecker has to eat. The delicacies of this tree are so fine that I could not wait to dine. Please forgive my rude table sounds, it is difficult eat quietly with a beak that pounds." "No problem, my Lady" I reply "You can not eat quietly, regardless of how you try and also your Rat-a-tat-tat to me, is part of Nature's symphony."