I capture lightning.
I scoop it up and put it in a jar
to save for winter.
Do not worry about the flashes.
The lightning is merely restless.
It illuminates my eyes
reflecting blue on blue,
an ocean of light.
Setting it free would be a waste
so I choose to keep it.
High on a dusty shelf
To remind me that I am powerful.
I am a lightning hunter.
The best of my kind.
Nice! The bold typeface is a neat touch.
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