Spiraling down
With broken wings
Shot sure to it's mark
The hard ground beneath
Comes fast to meet you
We followed you
To find
A fragile bird
With broken wing
Dragged in the dirt
Limping, unable to fly
We tried to save you
From hard, capable hands
That quickly snuffed your life
James Jarrett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saving-the-doves/
