November 28, 2019

An original poem by drplastipicker

I flew home.

I flew home to be with my family

to be surrounded by the warmth of their bodies, the beautiful calls of my kind

I flew home to be with my friends

to move together in the sand and the air, sometimes as a line

I flew home through the storm, confident in my strength and wings

but i did not reach home

the winds were fierce, the storms were strong, and i did not have the endurance

there were little bits of plastic in my gullet that stole my strength

you are home dear human, it is Thanksgiving, and this is your beach

love your children dear human, hug your puppy dear human, and celebrate your feast

but clean the beach dear human, so that the next of my kind

can fly home