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The Milky Way in the night sky.

The Milky Way in the night sky.

#hbp137 #366FF #BlueSkyRelay #CrowCalls #DailyPrompt
They ask me, "Y are U on the roof?"
I just stare Enraptured N Reverence @ the Plethora of Stars Drifting above. Y answer when it should B obvious?
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I knows all about the goats on top the tourist stop, yes'm. Sure, ye can take the ferry, spend all yer hard-earneds at the market, get an ice cream & a little peep at the ol' horns 'n hooves.

But I can do ye one better. A tenner & yer tiptoes will getcha yer fill of me woof up on me roof! #hbp137

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Standing on the roof
to feel the #wind hit my shell.
Flesh stimulated..

(Gusty March Days -2025)

#hbp137 #haiku #vss365 #SelfProtraitSunday

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I Really Wanted You
I Really Wanted You YouTube video by Steve Tilston - Topic

#hbp137 #micropoetry
#mymood #poetic

why are you on the roof
when already
my night gone, humming —
“i really wanted you...”,
and arrived to you
somewhat “just yesterday”
while
your morning came relaxed
in a superhuman suit,
disappearing from me
with everything you enjoyed

youtu.be/1AjR-TSHCdc?...

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“Why are you on the roof?”
The figure with disjointed elongated limbs craned its disfigured head round at the sound of my inebriated slurring.
“Eating Nightmares” it said as it turned back to the window.
“Fair enough” I said and tottered on.
You meet such interesting people on a night out.
#hbp137

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The ladder was in the garage. The garage was locked. The key was in your pocket.

Yet there he was, on the roof, grinning.

“No way you climbed that.”

He tilted his head. Too far. Bones cracked.

His voice echoed from behind you.

“Who said I did?”

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Pan-galactic glam punks Peach Schnapps & the Poltergeists are between gigs and aimlessly drift through space.
Kurt Kerf2, via intercom: Why are you on the roof of the ship?
Skiff Tugboat: I'm hanging up my wind #chimes.
K2: There's no sound in space!
Skiff: Also no roof to this ship.
#hbp137 #vss365

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#hbp137

Why are you on the roof?
"Ruff"
No. Roof.
"Ruff Ruff"
Oh. No. There was. But now there's not.
"Ruff?"
Yes. No cat no more on that hot tin roof.
Please come down.
"Ruff?"
Same way that you got up, cat burglary
"Ruff!"
Stop it, you're barking up the wrong tree.
I wonder who let you out.

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"It's beautiful. I can see the trees' end, where the blue begins. Where the wind is born, rushing through to bring the sound of far-off chimes, the aromas of distant lands, and the dream of summer rain."
"Is that why you're on the roof?"
"Why else?"

#hbp137 #vss365 #prompt #chime #writing

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"Edna, why is that dog on the roof?"

"Simple, Glenda. Chemtrails."

"Chemtrails?"

"Yes, Edna. Chemtrails. The government sprays chemicals that increase vertical ambition in mammals. It's a standard procedure. I'm surprised you haven't read about it."

1/2 #hbp137 #vss365 #microtales

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Gerry was exhausted. Not only had he ran a tough marathon earlier on in the day, but the whiskey he just drank did no favours for his alertness. So he kept walking and stumbling until he saw what seemed to be a person on top of a buidling. He then asked:
“Why are you on the roof?”
#writing #hbp137

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Why am I on the roof? We are expected to be obedient. We strive to be the good dog. With cats, it is the human who obeys. Immediately and without question. No cat worried if they were the good cat. We need the cat's perspective, study their ways so that one day we too can command humans

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"Why are you on the roof?" I asked my roommate. He was doing yoga precariously. Since losing his job, he'd been exploring strange internet theories.

"Yoga from the highest point of the house opens neurological pathways, allowing communication with aliens from an alternate timeline."
#hbp137

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"Why are you on the roof?" Jin yelled at Cosmo who was shirtless. It was another of Cosmo's man slut adventures of sleeping with important people's wives.
"Shut your damn mouth or else the secret service will see me!" Cosmo whispered yelled in a hush tone. #hbp137

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He barked.
“Oh” Margaret responded
nonchalantly “ And isit?” She
asked with a layer of her own
sarcasm. “Ohhh …. You’ve got
jokes, wife of mine, huh
Margaret ignored him and
walked back into their
apartment.
“What’s for dinner, Harry asked
as he followed her in and
closed the door.

#hbp137

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"Why are you on the roof, bro?"

"I'm not on the roof. I'm on the edge. Everything I believed in is crumbling right in front of our eyes. We sleep walked into oppression and handed the keys to the Nazis in our own backyard."

He thought for a moment.

"OK, as long as you're happy, bro."

#hbp137

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Why are you on the roof?
Because it's where you are. Up here we can philosophize about life. Sometimes you have to distance yourself to see things from a different perspective. Problems seem so small from here🪽
#hbp137

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#hbp137 Babydog was finally free. No owner. No wagon. No spending his days in a stuffy Senate chamber. The problem was...was that he had fled to a rooftop. Not out a door to leading to the outside. But at least he was free? Free for now? Free until he was put right back into his wagon?

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'Why are you on the roof? You said never again!’
‘I had to fix the tile, love.’
‘Roofers do that, and they don’t fall off!’
‘I know. But the ladder’s gone a bit wobbly.’
'I can't hold it, not with my shoulder.'
'I can't just stay here.'
'I'll get help.'

Then it began to rain. Hard.
#hbp137 #vss

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"Surely you're not thinking that I'd actually believe what you just told me," she said in exasperation. She took another deep breath to contain her annoyance at the landscaper.

"Why are you on the roof? You have three seconds to give me your honest answer before I call the cops on you."

#hbp137

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"You...ever feel like you want to be in control?" She looked down at the city below. "I come up here, and it's like one of those games, you know, where you make cities and stuff? And I think to myself how I'd make the city. Move people. Just...make things."

She stepped onto the ledge.

#hbp137

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#hbp137 #writingprompt #writesky

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Why are you on the roof?
Does your sun not blind you
to the stars? Can you catch one
even if it shoots? Why are you so
precariously poised? Are your plans
in sync with your stance? Is your view
not blurred to details
that move on ground?

#hbp137

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"Has anyone asked her why?"
Gerald looked embarrassed. The thought hadn't crossed his mind. Unbelievable, thought Don.
"Esther!" Don cried out. "Why are you on the roof?!"
Finally, a sign of life. Esther pointed forward, and the small crowd below looked back.
"...dear God."

#hbp137

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Neighbor on the roof tanning sees me climb up the downspout. “Why you on da roof?” He yells. “Locked out of my apartment. So I drove the mini-van under the downspout to climb up here. Going over the other side to go down the fire escape, in my window.” “Oh…I have a skeleton key, ya know.”
#hbp137

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“Why are you on the roof?”

Jess tilted her head, perched on the edge like she belonged to the wind. “Why are you down there?”

Nathan exhaled sharply. “Because sane people use doors.”

She smirked. “Sane people are boring.”

#hbp137

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Not today. Omg. Why and how are you on the roof? Puppies, I swear. Window is closed. Need to figure this out. I need to follow next time, but you only do it at night while I'm deep asleep. Well of course. Crazy fur baby. You're lucky I love you. Here I come, hoping not to fall.

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Photo: Roof dog on Magazine Street. Carnival in Uptown New Orleans, before the parade rolls. Source: Infrogmation of New Orleans, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons.

Photo: Roof dog on Magazine Street. Carnival in Uptown New Orleans, before the parade rolls. Source: Infrogmation of New Orleans, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons.

Dialogue: “Why are you on the roof? #hbp137

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