A New Roof
The man who put the new roof on the house said
he was surprised I had chosen the color black.
He bet with his workers that I would choose a light color,
like so many of the neighbors,
but that was the point.
I wanted to be different,
like a hairless cat is different
from a Maine Coon.
The roof is on and it looks smug. 
Tidy, and precise, and serious,
as a roof should be.
All the neighbors’ roofs are gossiping.
They’re disturbed at the audacity
of the non-conformity.
That’s because they would never look chic in black.
Calvin says, “It’s boring, like you sometimes.” 
Calvin & Bloggie 
Do you think, if I’m quiet and wait patiently and sneakily, I can catch my neighbors’ roofs WATCHING?
Love your poetry and photo!
oh absolutely, especially on a Sunday afternoon when neighbors are napping or watching the ball game, that’s when the roofs really take note!