Shot by a hunter from the heavens she fell
In a burrough she fled to escape the hounds
No food or water was she able to obtain
Weaker she grew and without food she would die
Hope and desire were all that she had left
When in the heat of the day a scorpion walked by
Attack though he could, that he did not do
Food he gave her and cover to keep off the heat
Predators came to devour the injured prey
Thwarted off they mangled one of the scorpion's feet
Under his protection the dove began to heal
Regaining her strength she could fly again
Her cold and stinging defender had changed her life
Never before could she fly so high
Hobbling on tattered legs he stepped aside
The beautiful dove again could she soar
Out the bird flew though she wasn't alone
A foot and heart were gone but he cold no more