Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Unhappy Camper

Sleeping under the starry night,

While camping in the woods alone,

I wake to something not quite right.

I am out of my comfort zone.

In my sleeping bag, up I gaze

And see the sky that's all star lit.

Just seeing the stars does amaze

Me, and I don't understand it.

Slowly I arise from the ground,

Seeing dark shadows of the trees.

My campsite - I look all around,

Testing my sensibilities.

Something is very evident.

Somebody has stolen my tent!