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.