Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Hmm

In the woods from my cabin, I

Looked out the window at the snow.

In it, I wondered how and why

An imprinted labyrinth did show

In swirl of  circling pattern that

From an inward point revolved out,

Almost reaching my habitat.

This was a mystery no doubt.

I saw no footprints to suggest

Some animal did be the cause.

Perhaps a UFO had pressed

Upon the snow in travel pause.

Maybe Mother Nature did send

Me an artwork brushed by her wind.