Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 St. Petersburg's White Nights

St. Petersburg is where I be,

When during the month of June is

White Nights, so confusing for me.

The sun seems up to tricky biz,

Stays below horizon at night,

Just far enough to still show shine,

No darkness, but a pearly white,

Gives the night time a new design.

Mom Nature's not seen fit to give

Me too much of deep thought process,

So through this, I live and let live.

Mom Nature should know best I guess.

Though confusion White Nights do bring,

This songbird has more time to sing.