giggles of kids from the bunk room,
plaintive cry from 1 crib room, & strange thump from the other.
Little beings emit amazing #s of decibels,
as piercing as Mr. Carolina Wren’s rants at us humans
on the other side of the screen
against which he and the Mrs. have built a nest. He wants us
and our guitar, cello, NPR, idle chat, & Red Sox game gone.
And like the caterwauling kids? He’s hard to ignore.
This is the sort of vocalization we’re hearing at every open window and door right now (I miss the little kids and their one more goodnight kiss.)