In the Window 

Something about that window

that attracted me

Something standing just inside

I could not see

I approach the house

and cup my hands

to peer inside

A little girl with brunette hair

standing still on planks of wood

in a room so bare,

without a chair

I tap the glass

she doesn't move

again I tap but nothing

Then with a start

the truth sinks in

she is not real

she's a mannequin