INSPIRED BY BAMBI
In the thick of the trees, stands graceful and majestic,
Two blessed souls, that of the danger unaware.
Enjoying the brief sunlight and fresh spring bearings while they can,
They cherish this moment, rare, hoping it'll come again.
In the thick of the trees, standing rigid and unmoving,
Two blessed souls detect an uncommon disturbance.
Whilst one feeds, the other stays alert,
Keeping a watchful eye over her beloved offspring.
In the thick of the trees, they are no longer standing.
Two supposedly blessed souls, fleeing in fear for their lives.
Through thorns that prick, and vines that itch,
A continuous chase, that seemed to have lasted for eons.
Out of the thick of the trees, they reach a large clearing.
Nothing but white, the crystals of the North,
That has freshly fallen, unfortunately for the souls.
An invisible shadow is imprinted with their every movement.
Through the large clearing, they race for their lives
'Keep running, keep running'
The loving mother calls
'Faster, faster, don't look back!'
A gunshot sounds.
It echoes through the forest.
Back into the thick of the trees, still racing and running,
Is only but one living soul, naïve and young.
'We made it mother, we made it!'
The youth cried.
If only there was a voice to reply.
