Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Foul Fluff

Well, I survived to tell you that

It was an owlful thing to be,

Flying into a laundromat.

In an open dryer flew me,

And then some human shut the door.

And I was spinning owl around,

Never had felt so hot before.

I figured I was cooked bird bound.

Luckily I happened to share

The machine with delicates so

For not too long were we in there.

Door opened and out I did go.

I got my feathers ruffled, yes,

But Snuggle smells good, I confess.