Mom told me to wait for her up here. I don’t like being alone.
Oh, my! I hope she hurries. I don’t like the look of that crow.
Mother Flicker dips and glides,
While her baby sits and hides,
Harvesting some lovely ants,
Adds a beetle to enhance,
All the goodness that she feeds,
To her babe and fills his needs.
Junior waits while mother works,
Hoping that no danger lurks,
Crows and merlins and the like,
Waiting for a chance to strike,
Junior always eyes the skies,
Watching everything that flies.