Spreading the wings wide <br />she flies high across the sky <br />searching for a lost fraction <br />that was once its blood tie. <br /> <br />Cruel hunters with empty hearts <br />cared to call the dove a prey <br />of their guns to aim at and shoot <br />killing the little dove with instant fire. <br /> <br />Mother dove flies high <br />everyday casting glances on earth <br />fervently hoping her child will come back <br />and hide safely beneath her wing. <br /> <br />Knowing not the malicious man <br />hiding under the big tree <br />aiming at her too <br />with a thumb at the trigger. <br /> <br />Tears flow slowly falling on the hunters <br />still their heart melt not of sympathy <br />but instead, cruelty rose high like smoke <br />‘bang’…’bang’ and the dove came down with loud thud. <br /> <br />Gone once again <br />the trust of dove in man <br />with kingly make up he rules fiercely <br />the humble one dies a premature death. <br /> <br /> <br />©cyclopseven. All rights reserved.<br /><br />cyclopseven Ram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunted-dove/
