He or she I don\'t know
What it really was
All I know it was so wonderful
It would had grew bigger by now
At first it never trusted me
Like it was afraid of me
That I would prey on it
So, it pecked my hand whenever I touched it
I tied a long string on its leg
And I trimmed it\'s wings
It was just too wonderful -to lose
So I had to be double sure
It looked more nervous, maybe sad
When I am caressing its back or head
It did not like to be treated as a doveling
It was not that young, though still growing
We were starting to get along
When I began to trust and respect it
I would leave it free in the house
And it would roam about to find water and food
We had lived for few days
I would leave it free in the house
Then certain day somebody left the door open
Hopefully it wanted to bask in the sun
Maybe just to look at the sky
Maybe to perch on the tree branch
But then it could not fly
Maybe it would not locate its way back in
There was no fence probably a road near
Maybe passer-by took it -a prisoner
Maybe it met a predator -though no trace
When I came, I never found it