Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Chose to Pose

In the forest minding my biz,

I sense somebody moving near.

Going closer I see there is

A pretty lady painting near.

Then she happens to glance my way,

And waves her paintbrush in the air,

Seems like a welcoming display,

And so I just keep sitting there,

Which surprisingly has appeal,

A flattering phenomenon.

Serving good purpose I do feel,

So I sit still while she paints on.

Can't indulge my hopping habit

While posing as a still life rabbit.