a woodpecker
has joined the
cacophonous
cavalcade of
feathered minions.

i found myself
staring at it
while it stared
back at me
both in confusion.

but frankly,
i am not nearly
as important
as bugs writhing
benath the bark.

so we agreed to
settle back in
to our routines
whilst pretending
the other is a myth.

now we casually
avoid eye contact
out of respect
to each other’s
preferred delusion.