Foundling

by Antonia Stampfel

She came in
on a shaft of winter sunlight
when I opened my door in the morning,
Drawn, no doubt,
by the sound of happy birds
in my bird room.
Too thin by far,
and in ragged condition
still she sits trustingly in my hand.
She's shivering slightly -- no broken bones --
With love and proper care, she'll soon grow strong.
Don't worry, birdy girl,
You're home.