Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Please Let Me Wake Up

Through the woods I'm being chased

By a huntress upon her horse.

If that's not enough, I am faced

With a pack of loud hounds of course.

These surroundings are strange to me,

Fish out of water, so to speak.

What's happening's a mystery,

But one that looks to be quite bleak.

Never have been known for my speed.

Escape these predators, no way.

They're on me, feel the spear indeed.

Just another statistic prey.

Then thrown into a pot to steam.

It is this lobster's nightmare dream.