Static hair prickly and dry,
Stands out wide and stands up high.
Charged with a bolt conducted by me,
I hold on for a moment then set it free.
Wild as the wind it shoots off a far,
To burn down a tree or leave a scar.
Or maybe just maybe it will find me a friend,
And we'll be linked by lightening end to end.
Photo Credit: Tulpa on Pinterest
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