The quiet drone of the night
Speaks to me in trills.
There's an outlet above my head
And it purrs.
It is not a comforting purr.

I feel more ill than at ease.

It is a shrill noise
That erupts once I take notice;
And it is a terrifying sound
That I wake to and that I sleep to.

Eventually,

I suppose,

I will find it to be a gentle cry...
A caress deep in the night.