I thought I heard talking then from below
That’s very rare, no exaggeration
The man who lives there doesn’t seem to know
Anyone, and never talks on the phone
Day or night all he does is cough or moan
Sometimes a yawn or singing to himself
Not a tune, just an ape like kind of groan
He sounds happy enough all on the shelf
Silence doesn’t affect his mental health
It seems. Reclusive but seems he won’t go
Or change. But when the film I watched was done
And my flat became quiet too, I held
My breath. Was that him talking down below?
But if so, it soon stopped. So it goes on...
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