Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 It Happens

This fruit bat's flying through the night,

Heading for a blueberry patch.

Suddenly a meteorite

Falls close enough for me to catch.

I'm shook up but keep flying on

To where I sense blueberries be,

But feel a strange phenomenon

Affecting the senses in me,

Causing me in error to land

In a location I ought not.

I eat a chile pepper and

Bat out of hell I'm felling hot.

I need to clear my burning head,

Off to a garbage can for bread.