The cooling metal of the door's frame
in harsh contrast to
the chill of the screen

They both keep me
from the outdoors
the still night
freedom...is that right?

The sound of a jet
winging its way
swiftly
through the night sky

In seconds it is gone
never seen, only heard
the tinny roar of its engines
weak
an echo of
its strength

The crickets chirp, calling
for their mates
fufilling their destinies
procreating
ensuring the survival of their species

Cricket, cricket
sing for me
Tell me of
my destiny

What am I here for?
My parents...
...what did they make me for?

Did they think of me
when they made me?
Of the things I would do
learn
experience

What is the purpose?
I don't know.

The night air is awash
with sounds
and scents

The rare breeze blows
cold,
then warm

A breeze that
echoes my emotions
love,
then hate.

Mimic
Imitate
Duplicate

Why?

I still don't know and
all that I do know...

...is how very confused I am.