A Mid-Winter Night

I hummed my way beneath a second-story window,
the moonlight reflecting down, embellishing the glass
and the figure that stood there looking
at me. She said, “Hey,” and I turned up to ask,
“What are you doing?”
I couldn’t see that well, but I heard her answer
as though the night had nothing more to offer
by the way of sound — she said, “Watching you.”