Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Check the Next Farm

It is a lonely moonlit night.

I pause to scan the farm below,

Especially the field in sight.

I cannot see any scarecrow,

Which is a human thought up thing

To scare the crows when humans be

Not around, probably sleeping.

The dark farmhouse, good clue for me.

So again focused on the field

For a yum midnight snack to find

Abundantly in the crop yield,

Anticipation on my mind.

In the farmhouse a light goes on,

Signal for this crow to fly on.