Raining acorns

Last night the wind got up a bit

and the Oaks were forced to throw

their acorns every which way

a mast year we might know

trained to fly an really try

to fall where they might grow

into a mighty wooden beast

in a century, the flow

of acorns onto roof tiles

Great music likened to

a kettle drum, an orchestra

cups and all its true

Badgers, Mice and Squirrels

like these tannic gifts

poisonous to Cattle  and Horses

and Dogs a swift

negative

apparently

to us, but we can but try

and leach out all the tannins

with water by and by

dry and grind  up into flour

or thicken a soup perhaps