My life began along the coast

My days were filled with glee

My friends and I were skyward bound

This joy was meant to be

But then the winds began to blow

The sea grew wild with foam

A hurricane had found its way

Into my happy home

I tried to stay along the shore

My wings, they fluttered strong

But I was taken from my home

The day and night grew long

The sun arose and all was calm

But where the hell were we ?

Our sandy shores nowhere in sight

Is this our destiny ?

Our nights no longer feel the same

With lights atop tall poles

Our sand replaced with blackened tar

And trashbags full of holes

These painted lines are now our home

McDonalds fries - our meals

Oh how we miss our happy home

Imagine how this feels !

No matter where we fly aloft

We see what we have got

Our happy home away from home

But why a parking lot ?

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