Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Just Two Little Feet

On two little feet off I go

To cross that mountain wild and high.

John Muir would be proud doncha know

That I would give this trip a try.

So through the thick forest I went,

Careful not to trample too much

All the flora of sight and scent

And sound against when I would touch.

Suddenly right in front of me

Cutest little bear cub showed up.

I wondered where Mama might be,

But soon I knew the answer, yup!

Two little feet, I run like hell

From four bigger feet, time will tell.