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Hunting season, by the road. The children looked. The schoolbus slowed.
The doe was shot. The fawn stayed near.
My sister brought it home I hear, on the schoolbus to our farm,
where it would be safe from harm.

Too small to be alone, instead, beside our coal stove was his bed.
Two baby bottles found their way. We ate together every day.
Named him Bambi, and they say, he and I grew up that way.

Our dog was jealous naturally, and chased poor Bambi constantly.
But Bambi turned the chase about; His tiny horns began to sprout.
How he loved the bread mom baked! He’d drool for hours, while he’d wait.

The day came when he wandered off. I was certain he was lost.
I cried for days til dad brought home, a stuffed toy deer; a Bambi clone.
Dad would carry mom’s baked bread; impale it on a fencepost and,
in the pasture they would see Bambi coming cautiously.
He knew where mama’s bread would be.

Heres where it ends, to my dismay. The farm was sold. We moved away.
I was two, but as I grew, I wondered if this tale was true.

That a deer lived in our house! Finally to quell my doubts, I flew back “home” to see the farm.
The owner’s said there’d be no harm, and took me all around to see, that every room held memories.

I spoke of Bambi finally. Told the tale cautiously, not knowing what they`d think of me.
Her husband motioned, “Come with me.
There’s something here you ought to see.”
He moved the woodbox by the stove, until the old linoleum showed.
There lay proof beyond denial.
Tiny hoofmarks in the tile.

Back home a letter came for me. Old photos wrapped so carefully.
Of Bambi in our yard with me. Proof to share for all to see
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BAMBI
Date: Sunday, 26th January 2020 @ 04:46:28 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware

Hunting season, by the road. The children looked. The schoolbus slowed.
The doe was shot. The fawn stayed near.
My sister brought it home I hear, on the schoolbus to our farm,
where it would be safe from harm.

Too small to be alone, instead, beside our coal stove was his bed.
Two baby bottles found their way. We ate together every day.
Named him Bambi, and they say, he and I grew up that way.

Our dog was jealous naturally, and chased poor Bambi constantly.
But Bambi turned the chase about; His tiny horns began to sprout.
How he loved the bread mom baked! He’d drool for hours, while he’d wait.

The day came when he wandered off. I was certain he was lost.
I cried for days til dad brought home, a stuffed toy deer; a Bambi clone.
Dad would carry mom’s baked bread; impale it on a fencepost and,
in the pasture they would see Bambi coming cautiously.
He knew where mama’s bread would be.

Heres where it ends, to my dismay. The farm was sold. We moved away.
I was two, but as I grew, I wondered if this tale was true.

That a deer lived in our house! Finally to quell my doubts, I flew back “home” to see the farm.
The owner’s said there’d be no harm, and took me all around to see, that every room held memories.

I spoke of Bambi finally. Told the tale cautiously, not knowing what they`d think of me.
Her husband motioned, “Come with me.
There’s something here you ought to see.”
He moved the woodbox by the stove, until the old linoleum showed.
There lay proof beyond denial.
Tiny hoofmarks in the tile.

Back home a letter came for me. Old photos wrapped so carefully.
Of Bambi in our yard with me. Proof to share for all to see
the deer who was our family.

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