My pint-sized angel packaged in silky down
Overseeing my petty childish steps
Is my guardian angel, and my childhood pet.
Though sadly I paid no heed
To my little white winged guardian
Cooing and beckoning for warm affection
So occasionally I stopped
And those snowy feathers my Lilliputian hands gathered up
And there he perched upon my finger, to coo and puff
With a heavy motion his body swelled
And let out a heaving lullaby
In rhythms of comfort with patience,
From inside he spoke, upon my beckoning finger.
On troublesome nights
With the moon full and complete
He chanted soft hymns
Keeping his little maiden, asleep
Where no evil dreams might stray
His mighty soft voice lulled her into the day.
Untainted by evil the dove is said to remain
While to devilish creatures, any other winged creatures may fall
It is only the dove that no such evils may fain
From his milky smooth feathers rippled
The power to find peace in the hearts of hardened men
Though how ironic it is
From himself evil was created
To the vane of an arrow,
A man’s death may be won, time and again.
So shows a snowy dove
A tiny spark of kindness, in a little girl’s cruel world
This magical creature I maintained
While growing up in a big unsettling place
My pet dove, my own guardian angel
Who stayed with me, till childhoods end.
My little guardian angel,