Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 On Assignment

On assignment I'm sent to Earth

To an urban environment,

Ended up in Dallas/Fort Worth,

Hell of a place to have been sent.

Landed in a puddle of oil,

Which splashed into my feathered wings,

Causing normal tuck in to foil.

So now I'm object of starings

From masses of humanity,

That I have no choice but to meet,

Swarming a claustrophobic me,

Irked angel on this busy street.

Assigned to Earth is an ill fate

To give the Big Gal an update!