Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Sitter

Sitting in the house, I see him.

He sits just behind the screen door.

In the shadows he does look dim,

But I know that he's waiting for

Me to make a visit so that

He does not feel so much alone

In Minnesota habitat,

The old farmhouse that he does own.

I know he wishes sometimes he

Could somehow change his circumstance,

And turn into someone like me,

Who down the dirt roads loves to dance.

He's a fav'rite of mine of course.

He lets inside his house this horse.