Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Long Shot

On the first tee, I drove the ball.
It sliced, going over a fence,
Hit a truck in a shopping mall,
Ricochetting skyward intense,
Plucked in mid air by a big hawk,
Which flew back over the golf course.
Suddenly, there was a loud squawk,
As though the bird sensed in remorse
That it clutched an edible not.
Dropped on the green, the ball did roll
Some yards right to the flag stick spot.
And "plunk", it dropped into the hole.

Yes, I had a hole in one -
Unfortunately, the wrong one.