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Bathed In Sunshine

a fawn frolics free 'cross the meadow
    coat aglow, bathed in sunshine
  her young buck sleeps apace, never stirring
    wrapped in arms of conifers, tall pines
 
  the fawn pauses to sniff the chill forest
    sorrow's torment streams toward her heart  
  shots ring out, dogs bay, crimson sky ~
    archers yawn, another fawn's cry

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Caren Krutsinger Date: 9/29/2022 11:09:00 AM Shades of Bambi's mother never returning to her son; sadly. Login to Reply

Bj Legros Kelley Date: 9/24/2022 3:26:00 AM Oh, so sad! :-( I think about how I cried when I watched Bambi as a child, and never even wanted my kids to see it. My dad was a hunter, I was a vegetarian, so that did bother me. I loved him so much, and yet prayed the deer would escape! Login to Reply

Jeff Kyser Date: 9/22/2022 11:57:00 AM I know a number of folks who fill their freezers with deer meat to feed the family for the coming months. It is tough - we don't hunt deer, but we do slaughter chickens and rabbits. Short of becoming a vegan, I don't see where anyone is in a position to throw stones (which I realize you weren't). Even trophy hunting has its place in developing countries, as you rarely see animal activists taking up collections to prevent the need for paid trophy hunts. Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 9/22/2022 7:39:00 PM Me? Throw stones? Prepocerus, said the rhinocerous. (but i was heaving bold deers). As for hunting for sport - Long live the Duke, Duke, Duke; Duke of Earl; Duke, Duke; Duke of Earl... Never gonna be a duke; and never gonna understand hunting for sport (or boxing or American football either. They are alternate forms of hunting). ~ Head-hunter Gersh

L Milton Hankins Date: 9/22/2022 10:29:00 AM Ah, this is such a sad poem for me, gw. Although I realize the necessity of hunting (for food, that is) I despair that any man can take such a beautiful life (one of God's special creatures) so that he may have a head to hang on his wall! Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 9/22/2022 7:29:00 PM I agree, Milt. We hang our heads; the hunter hangs his head. Heads we lose; tails we win. What can we say?! Sadness, but hope too, gw

Michael Tor Date: 9/22/2022 7:54:00 AM Yes it is sad when such precious animals are killed. I felt your thoughts in this love for animals Gershon... Login to Reply

Valsa George Date: 9/21/2022 10:16:00 PM Sad, the fawn is never able to sense safety in her own habitat! Well composed . Login to Reply