Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Shield of Feathers

A shield of feathers fell to me

From the sky on the very day

A warrior I came to be.

To the Creator I did pray

That I was worthy of such gift

To carry into battles with

Enemies, and my shield would lift

My powers real not merely myth,

Protecting me from any harm.

The brightly colored feathers of

The many birds give mystic charm

To me. the holder, from above.

With feathered shield I fear no foe.

Into first battle I now go.