Cricket Question

A cricket fiddles his violin
short tunes outside my bedroom window
I sleep with his song trilling
the night thrilling to his strings
Bright day and still he sings
within the walls of my house
a captive, he longs for  
liberty to free his serenade
Flashlight and paperclip
I search under, around, and in between
hearing him play 
but veiled from finding
Windows and doors open
to the wide world, no chirping
carols within or without: 
Schrodinger’s Cricket

Victoria Crawford - Thailand

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