Apartment 62 Nosy Neighbour Observations: Part 3: Unofficial Neighbour
I was on the second floor
My window open for the breeze
When from below I heard a sneeze
Then just silence, nothing more.
The next day I investigated
The hollowed bush below my window
Within it tidy piles, stacked all in a row
So I waited for the night, breath bated.
I heard the rattling of bike spokes
and careful movements in the dark.
Safer here, than a bench in the park
A cease of rustling, when I went for a smoke.
I wasn't sure if I should say hello
If he or I would feel scared or comprimised
Maybe he knew I knew, I wouldn't be surprised
So we both pretended of eachother, not to know.
He must have found a new place
I hope somewhere with walls and floor
I'd heard my unofficial neighbour,
But never seen his face.
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