Sad little deer licking her wounds
Caused by a dangerous hound
Chance, sensed the cunning bear
Worked to make the deer believe it was near and dear
Deer all believing and dreaming
walked in to the set trap Humming and crooning
This is where the excitement began
For the merciless bear, poor little tried all and ran
The set trap was the powerful emotions
In spite of running miles the end was absolute demolition
There again sat the sad little deer licking wounds
This time caused by the beloved deer not the hound.
This is total fiction, I wrote for a library competition in marredpally in 1996 and won a set of mills and boon novels !!!