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.