Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Destiny

I peeked my head out of the dirt,

Can sense the raindrops in the grass.

Oh, oh, this calls for bird alert,

Each time it rains, a test to pass,

Just one of many bumps of life

That seem intent to badger me

Like a bad wrap of stress and strife

That dogs me almost constantly.

Over me, dark shadow of fate,

Back down the hole I try to squirm.

My wiggle room does come too late.

It's call it quits time for this worm.

It was my destiny that I 

Become breakfast for a magpie.