January 15, 2010
The forest was quiet
Suspicion was in the air
But Bambi's mother was hungry and went
To graze
Little did she realize
A scope trained to her head
All that waited was a pull
Of a trigger and then she was dead

The bang came too soon--
Her head was missed
But the poor owl
Was the one to take the hit!

Falling from his tree
Only to hit the ground
Not wanting to be found;
Bambi's mom escaped in a bound

That was so close
I was almost
The one
To get hit
By that terrible


But the hunter
Who missed his game
Was so full of shame.
That he went off, never to return
Rain or Shine
Snow or Hail
From now on-
He would only hunt.

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