Cancer Journal

 Here is a poem I wrote for my writing group. Acorns Landing on the Metal Roof of my Garage Different drummer, different drum Setting the beat to a song I do not know. Might be whales would. A rhythm undetectable to my ear  But if trees send out alarm From one side of a grove to the other, Warning of insect invasion, Who knows what goes on. Or maybe my roof calls out chow time As army drums summoned soldiers to supper* The dinner call to rabbits, racoons, possums, a flock of turkeys. Squirrels in irregular weave to my garage. The animated world of early Disney woodland scenes  May have had it right.  It all works together. Just as crows warn prey of predators, My roof rings out the bell. *The drum call was named “Peas Upon a Trencher". A trencher was a wooden bowl soldiers would carry. Peas were what they had to eat. The term was broad enough to include beans. When I first wrote this, I thought it would be fun to attach a second poem to it doing a kind of self cri...