Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Telepathy Empathy

Hunting in winter and at night,

I do detect a house nearby,

And see a window with a light.

A human sitting I do spy.

I sense this human's in deep thought,

An empty page with pen in hand,

Lots of frustration, human's got,

A feeling that I understand.

So I decide that I will share

A poem that has come to me.

I think the poem through the air.

The human perks up suddenly.

I sympathize with writer's blocks.

They happen often to this fox.