III
I felt the flutter of its breast
Its quick beating heart did not rest
carefully nuzzling its small head
upon my ear, It softly said
\"Welcome, and how are you today?
It had not dared to look my way
Such beautiful feathers\" I Said
gazing at its white breast ahead
Noble like a king he appeared
Majestic tail upon his rear
“I’m very well thank you “I said
Noting the white Dove was well bred
I felt the flutter of his breast
Upon my ear, it softly said
IV
The doves feet concealed his veneer
Beautiful , whispering in my ear
\"I was caught in a fierce struggle
for my freedom I did juggle\"
He seemed rather mysterious
Worldly yet very serious
Oh the thing\'s he must have juggled
To lose a claw in its struggles
The price of freedom a torn limb
Was his near future looking grim?
The heartache he must have juggled
No white feathered dove should struggle
The doves feet concealed his veneer
for my freedom I did juggle\"