Headlights blaze,

80 miles an hour

Down an icy road

That’s seen better days.

An icy pond awaits

The turn, well little

Bambi stays, eyes

Shinning bright in

The dark of night.

One quick glance

Is all it takes before

The ice hits your brakes.

A traveler just reaching

Its destination, you

Being the traveler not

Use to these conditions.

Either way, Bambi is

Gone now, but

So are you. In one

Form or another,

They’re gone.