Sense Sonnet - Acher

 For Old Times Sake!

All of my life I had lived by

The volcano, dormant and still.

One day I noticed in the sky

A lot of ash and cinder fill.

The ground did rumble, so that night

I walked up to the crater so

I could sense close the sound and sight

To see and hear the lava flow.

Pictures and recordings I took.

I could not believe my good luck.

I'd make a film and write a book.

But now did sense that I was stuck.

Why does this volcano not know

That I'm a friend and not a foe?