Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Dare Ya!

On a golf course I do be found.

A warm and sunny day it is.

I am sunning upon the ground,

And am just minding my own biz.

I feel something roll on my back.

I spy a golf ball now is there.

I'm not bothered by this attack

That dropped in on me from the air.

I know it is a human game

Where humans whack these balls about.

I am not sure about the aim.

I am not the target no doubt.

Will this golfer hazard a play?

I watch him walk this gator's way.