Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Vibe of My Tribe

Sole survivor of a crashed plane,

They found this infant and took me

Back to their high mountain domain,

Where for years, happy I did be.

They taught me how to hunt so that

Of starvation I would not die,

As some in this wild habitat.

When I was a teenage child, I

Was found by people hiking, and

Then taken from my mountain down

To world I could not understand.

I felt a prisoner in the town.

This human tribe is not mine, so

Back to my wolf tribe I now go.