On the Corner of the Roof

The peaked and shingled roof, despite a lovely view of the backyard, 

was not the best place to sleep, but he’d found all that he needed
 in the garage:  a blue plastic tarpaulin, aluminum poles, rope, a sleeping bag.
A ladder.

Curious neighbors may have peered out their windows and
clucked their tongues in blank bewilderment, but
the corner of the roof was his new perch.

Now, in Palestine, where the roofs are flat, and
the winters not so blisteringly cold
this makes more sense:

Better to live on the corner of the roof
than in a house with an irritable woman.