knock on wood

I was awakened rather rudely today at dawn
Though not by the neighbour’s babel-like horn
It wasn’t (for once) the grumpy gent who in his car would wait
Honking loudly for divinity to open his house gate

My eyes were wide open- I’d lost my soporific calm
I cursed long and loud this fiend in human form
Pressure rising, i strode out of the door
The noise seemed to come from near the lawn we never mow

Was it folks revving their engines for no mechanical reason?
(which I chalk to insanity due to heat of the season)
Or the clanking of pots on the kitchen counter and sink?
(that merely echoes my own custom of cooking-in-a–blink)

No- ‘t was but a tap tap on wood which was deafening me nearly
what blasted calamity had the day brought on so early?!
But away went the irritations of a confirmed misanthrope-r
When i discovered that the noise was a of headbanging woodpecker.

the end:)