bird in a tree

the woodpecker perched in the pine tree
watches me watching him and does not move
i wonder what it thinks and what the groove
in which its thoughts progress what does it see
when it observes me watching it seems so free
but that may be an illusion what does it prove
when it can no no duty but survival how remove
the doubts i feel when faced with nature's decree
this is the bird that announces time and change
that in its quest for food is strong and loud
and yet it sits and watches me as here i sit
i wonder at its power and at its long range
it seems so powerful so stern and yet so proud
yet it cannot i believe match my hope or wit