Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Get the Shakes

Under a glass bubble we be

Little pieces of desert stuff,

Some purplish tone, some greenery.

And when the bubble's shook enough

The white sands 'round us whirl about,

Taking some time to settle back.

Must be a human thing no doubt,

Shaking things up, a human knack.

So many fingerprints upon

The glass above reminds us that

We're a must do phenomenon,

To grab and shake this habitat.

We are resigned to shake up fate,

As humans grab this paperweight.