Sense Sonnets

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Trip Through the Trees


Through a forest of white birch trees

A well worn pathway there does be,

Allowing the passage through with ease

For all who be afoot like me.

I remember well first time that

I walked this pathway finding out

This be a favored habitat

For moose to be in and about.

I encountered a young moose calf,

Got too close, and then Mama came.

Maybe both of them had a laugh

As fast escape was my prime aim.


And so my lesson of the day,

Any moose has the right of way.

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