My Shooting Star I look into the midnight sky Sitting on the hill I watch a white dove fly on by And everything went still Suddenly I heard a boom And then I saw the gun The white dove fell to its doom And I thought it was done Sadness then surrounded me As I ran to the little bird I wasn't at all happy And I didn't breath a word Then I saw a man, not too far away Putting the long gun down If I were to have it my way I would of made him double frown He walks up to me And I put the dove on my lap He pets the small bird smoothly And swooped the dove up in a snap He held the poor thing by its feet With blood dripping from its side I got up from my grassy seat And found I had lied I told myself it was dead And there was nothing I could do But with a twitch of its head I knew that wasn't true I ran up to the man's side And bonked him on the head When I saw the bird I nearly cried It was almost completely red I ran to my house and grabbed a kit I came back and washed the dove The feathers beneath the red lit You would be able to see it from far above I shielded my eyes from light And looked back on the ground And saw the dove all white I was much too surprised at what I found