Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 The Nature I Know

At times I've heard passersby tell

Of pleasure in the pathless woods.

There's nothing like that where I dwell

Here in these busy neighborhoods.

A rapture on the lonely shore,

I hear talk of, but still late night,

Lake Michigan's music may roar,

But always some folks in my sight.

The nature that I know does be

So ever mixed with humankind,

So to exist, instinctively,

I must make do with what I find.

The city life in Chicago

Is all this coyote will know.