Bambi

Bambi was a little deer

Whose mother loved to have him near

In spring, they frolicked through the grass

Enjoying flowers, friends and laughs

They scrounged and saved and so together,

Survived the cold, white, winter weather

Of Bambi, Mother took great care

Such knowledge, grace and love she shared

Until the hunters struck her down

The gunshots, haunting, awful sounds

"Mother mother!" Bambi cried

Too young to realize she had died

But when he reached a certain age

He realized he was full of rage

Against the hunters Bambi sought

revenge, for leaving him distraught

He watched them on their farm each day

Feeding horses, baling hay

Day and night he stalked the men

Awaiting his chance to get even

He followed them when they crossed town

The dark, rural roads familiar ground

At the end of every week

The men would head to town for drinks

One night, as they left the bar

The hunters staggered to the car

The drinks had left them light and merry

The country roads were curvy, scary

Foggy from their night of drinking

Neither of the men were thinking

A large buck ran into the street

They slammed on brakes, the tires screeched

The driver screamed and oversteered

Surprised and frightened by the deer

The car, it spun and hit a tree

The men died almost instantly

Bloody windshield, broken glass,

Echoes from the violent crash

Then silence cloaked the night with peace

And Bambi felt a great release

His anger he could now transcend

For mother’s death had been avenged