Analysis of A stowaway silly fish

Alas! My silent wish
Manifested punches of nonplus
Here comes a lost vehicle
In which my destiny awaits

Swiftness, he wasted not
It only took an effort, a leap, a thud
And so sately, whistled his way
Through tempest unrest

He shall be back in the water today
When his belly can't hold the hunger at bay
More sillily  he thought of his tattyness
Who would help him back on this boat

He is now so far from home
Yearning to be back in his dome
A comfort he took for granted
And to heaven he chanted

His boat sways and rocks
Then kissed a poor floe to death
He opened his jaded eyes
To greet the day, the sea and the breeze

Pronto to his faithful woes
Which flawlessly haunts his daydream
Depleting the hope he got left
Like a restless time feeding on poor souls

Ahoy fish!
Here we suckle on your miseries
We are not the demon
But a watchful crow