The woodpecker

I spend the day pecking on the trees making music you to hear,

If you get to close to me you might scare me away and I'll disappear.

But for now I'm going to let you take this little peek at me,

But for now as I peck my lunch out of this little tree.

 You'll see me grasp the tree with my sharp feet and hold on tight,

Then with all my might I pull back my neck and peck at the speed of light.

While I'm considered a bit antisocial I don't mind you seeing me sometimes,

But mostly all you get to hear is my pecking chimes.

Psalm 11:1

                                              In the LORD put I my trust:

 how say ye to my soul, 

Flee as a bird to your mountain?