I am a bird,laying on the ground, hurt or dazed. My mate is dead beside me. Many people just walk by me not even noticing me. Others see me but hurry by. A little boy takes a stick and pokes me. His mama says leave it alone, and they walk on. A young man picks me up and tosses me in the air, and says "you're OK, just fly, you'll be fine. Just do it". I fall back to the ground. He walks away mumbling, "stupid bird".
A little girl picks me up and takes me to a bunch of grass she has pulled up. A nice cozy spot. She leaves me there,alone. I am needing to go back home, now. I start back, but get tired out. I feel worse than before. A kind old man brings me some water and a few bugs. I eat them, and he puts more in front of me. I eat those too. He tells me he will take care of me, and soon I will be fine. He says he knows how I feel and soon I will be fine, my old self. Good, because I think I will never feel better. He brings me bugs and water for 3 days. Then says I am better, and leaves. Now I am hungry and away from my nest and missing my mate. A guy with a broom dumped him in a baggie and took it away.
Now stick boy is back, minus his mum, but with a couple chums. They decide I need exercise, so they have me walk back and forth for awhile. Poking me with a stick when I stop. A lady tells them,"can't you see that bird needs rest!" The boys run away. She picks me up and starts walking. Far away, to a big building, and a cage with a towel over it. "Sleep little birdy,sleep" she sings, as she closes the cage door.