It is night and the jungle lives <br />Excited monkeys chatter <br />Birds call and answer <br />A full moon colours leaves trees grasses - green <br />A brownish mist rises, thick from the earth <br />A musty smell wafts through ferns palms <br />Spider webs stretch heavy with insects <br />Thirsty mosquitoes hang in the heat <br />The backdropp - a veil of black <br />A doe-eyed deer creeps cautiously into a clearing <br />A city of eyes, look on, afraid to blink <br />The deer meanders, alone, lost <br />Breathing slows <br />Heartbeats synchronize <br />Noise tails off <br />Cross-hairs focus <br />Silence <br />Then the quick flick of a switch <br />And a great bright light makes day from night <br />Shocked, dazed <br />The little fawn freezes in hot white fear <br />Three hard fingers squeeze triggers <br />Raw instinct sets in, the deer thinks to bolt <br />Its knees wobble, and trembling, it stumbles <br />Slowly falling like a floating feather <br />And crumples into the ground <br />The sound of gunfire echoes around and dies <br />A wailing cry rings out <br />Another and another <br />Until a frenzied cacophony rages from the boughs <br />And not a hunter is heard <br />As they silently drag the fresh lifeless form <br />And the blood runs free still warm as it flows <br />Over grass and leaves and sticks like paint <br />To moss and clay on the soft moist floor <br />Then quick as they came they are gone again <br />And it is dark once more<br /><br />Dean Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bambi/
