You entered my garden, finding me perched on the limb of a tree,
We stared at each other, then you said," Come to me".
My natural instinct is to fear man,
But your gentleness assured kindness and no evil plan.
You said," Little Dove, I will never hurt you and soon you will agree",
" Set your fear aside and let your trust fly free".
You smiled and held out your hand,
I fluttered around you and soon did land.
You spoke softly and held me near,
I began to relax and felt no fear.
Each day you fed me breadcrumbs from your hand,
You had tamed me, making me fear no man.
You said, " I will teach you how to love",
" And I will never hurt you, Little Dove".
Your smiling lips, told me pretty lies,
Your mask of love was a cruel disguise.
To tame the dove was your aim,
Just for your sport, you played this evil game.
You soon tired of it all and said good-bye,
Cutting off my wings, rendering me unable to fly.
Now I utter silent screams that are heard as a sigh,
That is the sound made when doves cry.

Music: When Doves Cry