Flight (From a Birds Point of View)

My feathers are rumpled with a layer of dirty oil
Without my softest wings I can’t fly, stuck on this soil
I’m stranded on a planet suddenly too big for me
Longing for the feeling I’m so high none can see
Strangely floating over deep oceans, never falling
Only when I come so low can anyone hear my calling
But now I’m stood among the litter and the bins
I’m not searching for material things
The feel of the wind offering gentle support
Knowing I could fly to every seaside resort
But I know I’m grounded and I need to find someone
But see no one, just the fading, desolate sun
I saw some last year; it was a strange sort of day
They wore wings, not strong like mine, feeling the sea’s spray
They leapt like cats but fell like a stone
With wings such as that they could never have flown
I chuckled to myself as I watched their frail attempts
And yet to me now the oddly tempts
I know it is close as I hear my kin
Diving in, the cold grows more, the world starts to spin
There’s no one to save me here, how foolish I am
I remember no instance in which a bird swam
Least no bird like I, what a strange venture
Until I choke on water, I’ll think of adventure
Pretend I’m just flying slightly too high
The water so blue it mirrors the sky
Somehow I’m rising, someone has cared
This human seems to know how it is I am scared
It’s lifting me up and I see its eyes
Then what came next did surprise
The human gently covered me in something
Felt warmth again and gave me back my spring
It took me home and nursed me better
The strangest thing is that I let her
My feathers light from the thorough cleaning
Although now it seemed not demeaning
Fresh from rest and ready for flight
Strike back those wings and push off with might