Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Fan duct

I don*t think the duct is big enough for robins, though they certainly sound like robins.  Perhaps they are sparrows?  Perhaps all babies have insistent chirps that must be heard.

The fan duct in the living room ceiling
Has produced
A new brood
Of tuneless baby birds.
They echo.
This haven of mine
Is crowded.
For now
The birds live
Over my writing chair.
I think
They are learning to walk
In the metal duct,
Maybe pace,
While they out-of-tune clamor
For food.

I wait
For the fledging.

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