Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Rhubarb

I live in a nice garden that

Is tended by some humans who

Live nearby in their habitat.

They seem curious what I do

While I am busiest at night.

They set out cams to video

My movements, but that is all right,

Long as I'm free to come and go.

When I want privacy from all,

With no bothering as a goal,

I roll into a spiny ball.

Some private time, then I unroll.

I hear, so guess my name does be

Rhubarb, the hedgehog - fine with me!