Every night about this time – say, between 10 and 12:30 – I hear the same noise from my kitchen.  It’s the sound of an icemaker dumping a cube.  Sort of a cross between a pop and a thunk.  

I’ll bet you hear similar sounds coming from your kitchen, right?  

The problem is, I don’t have an icemaker.  In fact, there’s nothing in my kitchen that should make that kind of noise.  

Just in the interest of heading off a stray premise, my condo isn’t haunted.  And even if it were, you’d think a poet’s ghost could come up with something just a bit more creative.