Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 New in the Neighborhood

It takes a while but I get out

Of the egg that I had called home,

So I could develop no doubt.

But now I am free and time to roam.

I notice right away that I

Breathe, making little puffs of smoke.

And then there is some fire in my

Throat that needs some practice to stoke.

I wander through the forest and

The other creatures stare at me.

They say, but I don't understand,

A dragon like myself can't be.

I am perplexed to say the least

That I am a mythical beast.