The White Pigeon

This is a story of a white pigeon. A white pigeon who had it wings clipped by unscrupulous predators who pretended to feed it. A white pigeon who had its future robbed away from it in a blink of an eye. He didn't even knew what hit him. He just fell. And when he fell, he fell hard. Or at least, that's what he thinks. But then again, how do you refute his thoughts when evidence of his argument has been clearly presented before the judge?
All he can do now is to try and pick up where he left of. He may not do it alone, but with the help of many saints and angels that he surrounds himself with. The veterinarian, his flock, his friends, and not to forget the angel that he loves so dearly. He really wants to shout her name out for she deserves it, but reasoning or rather cowardice tells him to stop. But, she knows who she is. He already mentioned it in the most discreet of manner.
This white pigeon may never fly straight again, but he is offered hope. Hope that someday, somehow, his wings would be fixed again. Fixed so he will be able to fly up above where he belongs. Among the beautiful angels and handsome saints. A place he always dreamed of being. But most importantly in the wings of his angel.
But right now, this white pigeon can only look on at the world with the feeling of pain and hopelessness running through his soul. Wondering what were the mistakes, if any, which he made to deserve such a fate.