A White Dove

A white dove, the homegrown dove That I likes the dove and makes it happy I kept it in a cage that made by A cage that is nature friendly with cane sticks Across the cage a sitting stick The dove came in afternoon after sunset The dove lived and behaved in douceur And my children played with the dove The silky dowl of the dove we touched And its good feeling we enjoyed in days There came a cat in the evening time And hoping to make it as a good prey Wandering here and there we found One day there we saw only the feathers A downfall in fear lost our beloved dove The sadness still persists in mind.