Antlered Array Poem by Ima Ryma

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 dawns on me reality
That it is me that lightning struck.

I touch a tree, my antlers spark,
And still are glowing in the dark.