The morning dove

Flying high above the ground

The sky, to me, is safe and sound.

I land upon a chestnut tree, utterly horrified at what I see.

A little girl, lying on the ground,

Bleeding, crying, screaming loud.

A man stood over her, gun in hand,

Laughing maniacally, thinking its grand.

I flew down furiously and pecked at his ears,

The mother dove in me was something to be feared!

The man ran away, abandoning the girl,

Who was lying on the ground, in her own curls.

The blood soaked ground was a sign for me,

The human world isn't all it's cracked up to be.