Vigilante

Waiting at the window In the upper floor red brick Through glaze oxidized opaquely With grime that has grown thick From eary day she arrives at post The arc begun at easternmost She watches the light progress At noon she dines a simple meal that to her holds no real appeal Around she moves it on her plate And soon is quite the mess Throughout her vigil ever she crept This guardianess Who seldom slept Yet dreams of his return a dream to her heart she's kept