Life Cycles

She had a good run, this old tree, harboring ten thousand birds and squirrels. Now she’s barren, seems to clutch the sky in despair. But stop. And listen. She’s alive with the staccato sounds of woodpeckers  who have rented her dead skin and bore for bugs. And death offers life.

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