Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Need to Feed

I smell the scent of human fresh.

For zombies tiz a pleasant stench.

I am hungry and need some flesh.

But all I find's a wooden bench,

Where some human recently sat,

And maybe will be coming back.

I wait for a while hoping that

Soon I'll be able to attack.

While waiting, the bench top I lick,

Smacking my lips expectantly.

The salty taste goes all too quick.

C'mon humans, come back to me.

Eating some flesh, the thought feels good,

Hope for some human - knock on wood.