When the wind, the rain and birds speak, it’s like sipping liquor.

This drug, this “listening” (RAP) I will crave forever.

To hear a “knocking at my door”, though, (TAP) quite a kicker.

It’s a walk in the woods (RAP, TAP, SAP) audio flicker.

Where amongst the trees (KNOCK) is this non-written letter?

The wind stirs the leaves (RAP BAP SAP), a distracting echo.

Tap, tap, tapping, LISTEN, it’s a stimulating pepper;

But I had to squint (KNOCK, KNOCK) in order to find Mecca.

Voila! Within the branches, a small Downy Woodpecker!

Little Drummer Boy keep the beat forever.