A Hardworkin' Woodpecker

I hear yelling and so I go out to see what's up. It's Xavier and Ali, eight year old boys from next door. Xavier is looking up shouting SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!! at the woodpecker in our tree. "That's not going to help, that's just going to get people upset," I say. Ali is smiling and hanging back, twirling. He has dimples and tightly curled eyelashes.
"I want to climb up this tree and punch him out," Xavier says. I tilt my head squinting and spot the woodpecker way up high on a dead limb.
"Can you see him?" I ask Xavier, "Do you see him on that bare part of the tree?"
"Oh yeah, I do now."
"He's building an apartment. The best apartment in the city!" I say.
They seem satisfied with that and resume their playing in the parking lot.