I am not a bird

Despite the wings

I possess.

I am just a being

Inundated with the spark

And who splints the skins

Financing own worth.

For all I am human and

Sometimes I do fall from grace

Still, I do stretch and fly

And intercept some steams,

As I know how to recoil

The rope with my beak,

Recoup my poise

And keep my place,

Shooting skyward

Swaying the race.