Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Fun Done

Wintertime when we arrived,

A lovely full leaved tree we chose.

And on its branches we all thrived.

On every branch we sat in rows.

Whenever people came around,

Before of us they were aware,

Together we'd make screeching sound,

Giving the people quite a scare.

As summer left, the leaves left too.

Approaching people saw we were

In this tree, so we could not do

Our fun surprise of them for sure.

Autumn, a lonesome crow I be.

My murder's gone on without me.