Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Baby Wren

Outside a baby wren I found.

It must have fallen from its nest,

And now was helpless on the ground.

I wasn't sure if worst or best,

But chose to take it home with me,

Where I did Google to find there

How a sub parent I could be,

In providing good food and care.

And over time I did okay.

The baby wren did grow and thrive,

And I was pleased that in my way,

That I had helped it to survive.

The baby wren I raised until

It flew, its future to fulfill.