Pinkie Sense
I sniff my nose, smell something sweet.
And so I get upon my feet.
Through the kitchen, close to ground,
And with my ears hear a sound.
…
My Pinkie sense is tingle-ling,
I hide myself, a little thing.
But it's just a mouse, as I soon see,
And thus it does not startle me.
…
So with eyes through the dark I gaze,
Feel the floor with mind unfazed.
My smell, it carries me along,
My ears confirm the mouse is gone.
…
And now at last the final sense,
That of taste in increments.
And so I claim my goal, my stake,
A most delicious chocolate cake.
A/N
Idea for this came from a poem challenge, to write one that touches on the five senses. I figure including a sixth one wasn't breaking any rules.