Every now and then, there’s the sound outside my window. Easily mistaken for a rusty hinge creaking in the wind, it’s too perfect, too regular — and too loud.
You can tell it’s metal. There are few things that sound quite like metal.
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One day, I pass a woodpecker. The bird sits, quite stubbornly, on the very top of a lamp post — pecking away.
The neighbourhood rings of metal.
Paul Sunstone 21st April 2017
ROFL! I feel like that woodpecker must every time I get into a political debate with a village idiot!