I am a cat, a cat jumping between the eaves.
When night fell, I bowed my body, jumped up to the big tree lightly, bowed my body again, jumped, and landed on the eaves. Gently, gracefully, and sneakily, I tiptoed to the roof and quietly moved the tile away. My blue eyes habitually began to look for the figure visible in the cracks of the tiles.
Yes, I'm peeping, I'm peeping on you, I'm peeping on your every move. This is what I do every night.
Every night, I peek at everything about you between the cracks in the tiles.