Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Lunch at the Mewlips

While piloting my plane alone,

The engine died, had to bail out,

Chuted into the Shadows zone,

A very eerie place no doubt.

A family called Mewlips found

Me and gave shelter from the cold.

All of them did huddle around,

Looking at my teeth filled in gold.

Then they invited me to stay

For lunch, and took knife in hand,

Approaching me in grinning way.

Then I began to understand.

Too late I knew this Mewlip bunch

Had invited me to be lunch.