Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Seeing is Believing

In the forest I do explore.

I see a tree next to a lake.

I have not climbed this tree before.

Trip up the tree trunk I do make.

Out onto a low limb I go,

And go out to the very end.

The water is not far below.

A little bit the limb does bend.

So close to the water I be,

And the calm water shows my eyes

A quite clear reflection of me.

I admit it is a surprise.

Realization does unfurl,

And now I know I am a squirrel.