Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Remembers the Chickadee

My instinct is telling me that

The winter time will soon be here.

I live in colder habitat,

So know that food must be kept near.

My favorite food that I eat

Is tiny seeds that come from fruit.

As winter comes, my goal to meet

Is lots of seeding finding pursuit.

In safe places the seeds I hide,

Remember where all the seeds are,

Ability, my joy and pride.

To eat, I never need fly far.

This bird is called a chickadee.

I have an awesome memory.