Bambi Does Chernobyl (Poem)

The place is empty now
Snowflakes blow through open doors
Gather in pastel kitchen corners
Green tendrils twist round door jambs
In the playground the swings, rusted
Hang by one chain
The roundabout
Now pawed by bears
Curious when it moves
Moose nose the railings
Bellow through cyclone fencing
Fawns rub noses
Look curious into empty rooms
Spooked, scamper into the shining frost
Watch out, Bambi.
There’s wolves about.