The Radio

My neighbor has moved to Wisconsin - he likes ice-fishing, yet in his empty apartment I still hear a radio. It must have been raining through his roof, because I can hear feet paddling about as if walking through puddles. Sounds are snowing melting ice-puddles slosh. Last night I heard seagulls in his kitchen. If I press my ear to the adjoining wall I can hear the creaking of lake ice. It must be his abandoned radio, but why did he leave it on, and why does it squawk like a seagull? It's as if he is still fishing through a hole in my imagination.