Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Fall Fest for Me

I smell the smoke from a campfire.

My fond memories of such leaves

Me to pine in yearning desire

To sense what my visit achieves.

As usual, I make some noise,

Causing all the campers to flee.

Ah, fresh s'mores, one of my fav joys,

Sweet toothfully crunch, downed by me.

Being autumn, it is a cinch,

Apples covered in caramel,

Also in cider, thirst to quench,

Baked pumpkin pie, love taste and smell.

So nice of these campers to share

Some tasty goodies with this bear.