Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Disorientation

Hunting in the woods I became

Disoriented as to where

I was or which way I should aim

On trying to get out of there.

I sat and pondered what to do.

I needed someone to help me.

What strategy should I pursue

That maybe aid would come to be?

And then a thought came, I could shoot

Shots in the air that might be heard.

And so I did this in pursuit,

But no forthcoming help occurred.

Disorientation - still got,

And all my arrows I have shot.