Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Safe Haven

Early morn I hear awful sound,

Blare of horn and gallop of horse,

Hail of human and howl of hound.

It's another fox hunt of course.

So to the lake I hurry to,

And swim to old stump of a tree.

Then upon this safe spot I do

Be watching the fish watching me.

A time and place I know quite well

As past safe haven for this one

Who comes here for a while to dwell

Till the current fox hunt is done.

I fall asleep safe out of bounds,

And dream this fox is chasing hounds.