The Foundling

You clutch the formula syringe greedily,
grasping frantically at nourishment,
drawing life deep into your plump pot belly.

With St. Francis's beneficence,
I will help you grow
into a robust adult.

Oh, the adventures that await us!
Your first forays into your rightful kingdom,
the laughter at your hijinks,
the wonder when a denizen of the wild
comes to visit me,
the tears
when my foundling disappears.

Little morsel of mortality,
wee wild one,
my heart clenches with love
for the tiny blind handful
that is your life.