Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 The Case of the Calling Woods

I hear the woods calling my name,

And so I go investigate,

Play Sherlock Holmes in a mind game,

In which I oft participate.

Once in the woods I listen close

For the woods to give me a clue,

By being a bit more verbose

On what the woods are trying to

Tell me on what I need to hear,

So that this case is solved by me.

But only breeze comes to my ear.

I can't be late for therapy.

I heard the woods calling my name.

My shrink will say my mom's to blame.