The deer and the hunter

Over the pass and under the slew
His ol' gun pulled, the bullet flew.
It knocked that deer, into two.
He took from it, what he could.
He did with it what he should.
As he took from this deer
There come from behind a chilling sneer.
He turned to see what was there
It was not coyotes or even a bear
Yet it was the fawn from which he took
The one they show in picture books.
The old man went home to his wife .
He was thankful and cut with his knife.
Days would pass and months would flow
Soon it came for the old man to go.
His wife did cry but knew what to do
Over the pass and under the slew
Lay the man for which she knew.
Time would grow and she too would go
But as his grave grew older yet
Mounds of grass would topple it.
And from this grass the deer were drawn
One for which was that fawn
Who grew so old, big and strong
And one shot later she too was gone.
And once again there sneered the fawn.