whose house

whose house is this ? silence crawls on night slowly like bugs I stretch my limbs under warm woolen rugs, a shrill cry of the moth and whistle of house cricket dueling under my bed to have their accounts set, The sound of feasting ants from a slit of wall half sleepy I hear lover flea's invitation call, two pigeons making love near ventilation hole my existence feels affiliation with nature's whole, a spark of the firefly in the black night reminds a fall of star once shining bright, a mosquito murmurs a secret in my ears an expansion of universe my eager heart hears, a house within the house within the house I live mine is not mine this foolish mind can't believe