Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Slurper

I feel the urge, I don't know why,

As I do flutter through the air

For nectar, so this butterfly

Looks down to ground for flowers there.

Lo and behold blossoms I see,

Lovely abloom in pink and white,

Beckoning on an apple tree.

I wing my way and do alight

Upon a blossom I do sense

Is full of lots of nectar, yup.

Uncurling my proboscis, whence

I do slurp the sweet nectar up.

When this blossom slurping is done,

I flutter o'er to the next one.