Has anybody noticed the proliferation of white-tailed deer?
Recently, there have been so many running around here.
In order to obviate causing a collective bothersome fuss,
they roam at night to avoid contact with *****sapiens (that's us).
Deer seem to be playing chicken when they run in front of my car.
If they make contact, they certainly won't go far!
I have to beep my horn to get them out of my way.
Once they are gone, they can live to see another day.
To keep his mind off his father's woes
Hunter became a Trumper
Soon his left foot started drumming
~ It 'mis-heard' he was a ‘Thumper’
The story of Bambi and his delightful friends Thumper, the rabbit, and Flower,
the skunk, his mother and father, The Great Prince of the Forest has been
read to kids for years. It is a beautiful story but has a great sadness too.
Bambi lives in the forest with his mother,
and his father The Great Prince of the Forest.
All day Bambi romps and plays with his friends
Thumper the rabbit and Flower the skunk.
But, his father warns him about the hunters,
waiting in the meadow ... we all know the rest !
But, in my version, Bambi's mother is not killed,
the forest is not set on fire, and his mother comes
home to their den safe and kisses Bambi to sleep.
The forest remains green and lush and Bambi,
grows up big and strong and has lots of babies,
while Bambi's mother becomes a proud grandma.
Bambi the deer
Just wanted a friend
She looked high and low
To know end
She searched and searched
Looking to find
One good friend
To just spend time
I often wonder why you worry
As you quite well know I am as wooden
as a ferrel forest tree
That would anyone hear fall
If at all
Unless it fell upon a stalking Deer
Who's progeny maybe named Bambi
You were selfless, sacrificing yourself to save your son.
At the sound of the gunshot, he froze, knowing not to prance out.
He became friends with rabbits and skunks; everyone loves him.
Know that your sacrifice was appreciated, and he remained safe.
He grew up to father many fawns and his legacy lives on in the forest.
We did not change his name. He still goes by Bambi.
He is the king of the forest but getting a bit up there in age now.
He will be joining you soon on the Rainbow Bridge, Mom.
fawning … adorable …
wooing Faline … SMACK!
~ bucks' antlers crash
Young Bambi had found a new friend
And hoped his bad luck would now end,
But sadly, the skunk
With hair like a Punk
Wore scent which was prone to offend.
To add to his growing dismay
A boisterous buck came his way.
He thumped on the ground
With thunderous sound
And rabbited on every day!
08/12/18
A quick summary of the Disney storyline by way of explanation- Bambi's mother is killed by hunters and he is befriended by several forest creatures.
A 'buck' is a male rabbit.
My Mother and Bambi
Just before Christmas twenty years ago
my mother died, the Eve was a sad affair,
I lived alone in Portugal at the time, but I bought
my dog a big bone, so she was happy.
I couldn`t get a flight home, so I walked around
in a daze, there was a hole that couldn`t be
filled the immense loss.
My dog Bambi, wouldn`t let me alone insisted
we go for walks in the woods where I was chased
by a boar, and today a big boar crossed the road.
Time passes, and grief abates into a fond memory.
Bambi too has gone now I buried her in the woods
between two leaning sandstones, wondered if
I should get another dog but like my mother
my dog could not be replaced.
Who would have guessed/ the love carried for a beagle no less
Lily howling at the moon/ with ears long as her toes our coon
she gave birth to Bambi with no tail/ jack a be , 3 yrs later she is ours still
no describing the love for our girls / dressed in pink shirts and curly frills
the girls don't like when we leave home / they show us for leaving them alone
the pillows torn and howling non stop / we love our girly beagles until we drop
Fleet eccentric sounds ascended
Within silence they blended
Anonymous was the kiss
Tantalizing yet taunting
Delightful yet daunting
Upon bones echoes shift
A novelty ever evolving
Refrain from resolving
‘Twas your touch I missed
I just put the “BAM!” in Bambi
Out there on the street
As the sunlight was all but vanished
Who should I happen to meet
But a cute and cuddly deer, Dear
Just prancing across the road
The van met her in the middle
I’m afraid they were both KO’d
I’d like to say that the dear vanished
With a look and a limp she walked away
I’d like to say nothing was damaged
But it didn’t go down that way
I didn’t have time to avoid her
I didn’t have room to stop
Bambi now lives with her mother
And the van’s going into the shop
And me, well my knees can’t stop shaking
And my heartbeat’s a mile a minute
In a battle ‘tween deer and an auto
It’s a dead heat and neither can win it
Mdailey 10/29/11
Written for a good friend who had a run in with a deer last evening.
I was goaded into writing another verse - - -
Twas the night that Bambi got busted
Out on a lonely road
This jay-walking deer got dusted
As out of the woods she strolled
I admit that my reflex have rusted
The outcome so easy forebode
To say the least, I was disgusted
To see Bambi – poor deer - explode
ANYBODY GOT ME A COT?
So here’s the problem as I see the situation
No one ever looks around too well
Survey the area and it will lead to information
Then follow me, because I found the map to Hell
I mean if you ask me that’s where everyone is bound
Name me one person you know who never sins
So I searched up and down, on the landscape and the ground
Now follow me because this is where the madness begins
It begins and ends with fire, heat and unbearable screams
And I’m telling you to get ready for the fire
However remember,to prepare yourself for nightmares and never any dreams
Because Hell is reserved for every sinner, sucker and liar
In Hell ain’t nobody got no cot, no hammock nor bed
And I tell you to look around at every man, woman and child
Keep the fact that you’re going to Hell firmly planted in your head
Especially those who take shotguns and kill Bambi in the wild
Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Travel with Bambi
Once I rescued a young dog it was in a bad shape I decided to
keep it for a week then take it down to the dog rescue centre.
After a week, after my slippers had been eaten, I did just that;
explained the situation, travel a lot cannot keep a dog, I left.
Home I worried if her new owners would treat her well, not tie
her up in a back yard and feed her miserly scraps of bad food.
A still voice said: “what nonsense you, haven’t gone anywhere
for the last five years.” I did try to defend myself, “I might go on
holiday…what then?”I drove back to the shelter, in utter panic,
what if someone had picked up my dog? She was still there, and
for the next fifteen years we went on holiday together.
well, Amos got tired
of picking up fares
in his Harlem cab,
and decided to take
a break,
maybe from the urban
blues, he'd find a way to shake
so he drove his cab
to his favorite country spot,
with his bow and arrow,
rifle season, it was not
he waited in patience
for prey to come
bag some venison
so the meat he could
with Andy, share some
a tad bit cold,
took a sip of rum
to warm himself
he wasn't dumb
from out of the foliage
came a deer
cautious eyes,
wide alert ear,
Amos aimed and fired once
oh dear!! I've missed!!
oh deer, now I'm pissed!!
oh dear deer, where'd
you go? my deer....
arrow stuck in the dear deer's rear....
oh dear! oh deer!!
Oh my God, just
what I'd learned to fear...
such crappy aim!!
and I was so near...
to wind up shooting up...
the poor dear's deer rear!!
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