Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Antlered Array

A storm blows through my forest home.

This deer does not mind falling rain,

And so I continue to roam

Through the wetness of my domain.

Suddenly, a flash and a boom,

And I am knocked down to the ground.

At first I have a sense of doom,

But I get up and look around.

I feel a surge of energy,

Much like I felt when a young buck.

Then dawned on me reality

That it is me that lightning struck.

I touch a tree, my antlers spark,

And still are glowing in the dark.