The woodpecker way,
Needle nosing to uncover what’s hidden,
Not for the sake of idle nosy-ness
But to get through layers
Where necessary nourishment lives,
One feeding the other,
In the movement a transference
Of information,
Though let’s call them spores or a fungal frolic
Dancing to a drilling drum beat
The woodpecker way.
The Coddiwomplers Cauldron 
“Though let’s call them spores” – what a fantastic line.
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The forests are so full of chatter, yet the conversations between spores and birdsong, leaves, roots, and branches are so quiet as to be (mis)taken for silence . . .
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