The rooftop

This empty sofa,
abandoned,
jostled onto
a cluttered mumpty,
on a reticent rooftop;
like a wrecked barge
tossed onto the shore
by receding waves.
Two broken chairs
thrown apart,
and a quiet night.
The fluttering purr
of a tired cat,
an empty plea
sent up
heavenwards
on broken wings,
a silent gaze,
staring at an empty sky!

Sometimes
I think though,
someday
I might just put
these broken chairs together,
and see if they can talk!