Poem: The Roof Is Alive

The roof comes alive at night
Staring at the white ceiling, sleep interrupted.
Someone, something is there,
Walking, prancing on the zinc roof.
Unnerving! Extremely eerie!
Helpless! Afraid?  No!

The roof is speaking but the language is unknown,
Unknown but understood.
Something strange is happening, for weeks and months.
The roof party occurs at various hours,
Without notice or regards for the occupants
The roof speaks.

The communication is weird
Consecutive nights, early mornings too
The stillness of the night, broken by tiny feet like movements across the ceiling
Searching for answers; uninvited guests.
The roof is alive.
Loud marching movements, at times more subdued.
 
Listen for yourself, did you hear?
The sounds are audible
The frequency has increased.
Unable to distinguish the reasons for these nocturnal movements
I know you heard it too, listen to your roof tonight.
The roof is alive! - Wayne Campbell

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