Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Dis"pear"ingly

A pear tree stands upon a hill.

It see it's filled with ripened fruit.

I have a hunger so I will

Visit this tree in taste pursuit.

I think it strange, no bug or bird

Is anywhere around the tree.

Oh well, I know I am assured

The luscious pears are all for me.

I find a fat pear on a branch,

And eagerly I pick that one.

Tree limb grabs my limb and I blanch.

Breaking free, I begin to run.

I glance back at that mad pear tree.

Branches are coming after me.