Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Sundew

The humans call me a sundew.

I am a lovely flower, white,

With five petals opening to

Give bugs nearby nectar delight.

Atop a long stem does sit me,

Far above the plant leaves below,

Covered in sticky goo they be,

Trapping any bugs there that go.

The trapped bugs are then dissolved by

Enzymes becoming nutrients,

Providing my main food supply.

It is the bugs' choice consequence.

Bugs leaving me to pollinate

Can avoid my plant leaf dire fate.