Suddenly we heard loud clomping - rat-a-tat-tatting - and soon a tallish, very slender man dressed in black tight pants, a blousy purple shirt and a green silky scarf around his neck came stomping out in his heeled dancing shoes. The four of us were not only startled by the sudden loud noise but were surprised that the dancer was a man, and not a woman in a red dress as we had expected.

From my window I did see,

Movements, peeking erratic-ally.

Who is looking in at me?

Someone that should not be?

I feared to seek

The one to sneak

and take a peek

To be a freak

Or too meek

To meet one as chic

As I am thought to be.

My soul is awakened by the gentle nudge of a song

That has filtered into the recesses of my mind

As it mingles with the deeds of work and play.

My soul is stirred with a breath of whispered longing

When I hear the harmonizing movement

Of instruments or voices

As it dances with my thoughts.