Riding the Breeze

A low hum echoed from the floorboards! I marched straight toward the dark metal grate in the corner. Suddenly, a surging blast of warm air pushed right against my chest feathers! I braced my talons against the slatted iron edge, leaning hard into the rush. Then, a loose paper tag blew right into my grip. I pinned it down flat with one claw. Every feather on my crown fluttered in the gale, but I didn't budge an inch. The floor vent has met its match!