A Face at Night
A quiet figure by the mailboxes
Last night, I could not sleep very well.
The street was quiet, and the sky was very .
When I looked out of my window, I saw a .
A person was walking slowly along Maple Street.
The stopped when it reached each .
It put something small into every on the street.
I could see a hand, but I could not see the face.
The night was too , so the face stayed hidden.
When the person moved, the leaves made a soft sound.
My heart began to beat faster and faster.
"Can this be a ?" I asked myself in .
But the person did not take anything from the boxes.
When I looked more carefully, I understood something new.
The person was leaving notes, not stealing letters.
Could this be the writer of the kind notes?
I wanted to open my door and call out loudly.
When I looked again, the person was already gone.
The street was empty, and everything was .
At first, I felt of the .
But then my slowly changed into .
Who can walk so quietly late at night?
When did this person start this night ?
I could not answer these questions yet.
But I knew one thing: I will find out who walks at night.