3 A.M

3 A.M:

Three a.m is the hour.

Outside my window, I see it.

It appeared from the shadows to check my neighbor's mail.

Like a child, it plays on my neighbor's porch.

I fear it will see me and decide to play on my porch instead.

I observe its world through my window just like it's observing mine.

I think it finally notices me, and so it stops, as if caught by a guard.

There it goes back into the shadows, as if it was blown by the wind.

The hour of three a.m has gone.