Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Behind the Curtain

With lots of other leaves I share

Time and space and I notice that

A curtain hangs nearby us there.

So from my potted habitat

I grow forward upon my stem

Until that curtain I can touch.

The other leaves, I'm mocked by them

For being so nosy so much.

Through the curtain I see behind,

Out the window be leafless trees.

In the winter season I find

A leaf inside is more at ease.

I tell the others what I see.

But no other leaves believe me.