Moan Alone

Moan Alone by Dj (a Short Story Contest entry)

You like lines, I prefer designs, like a spiral in a spiral, or a box within a box, over hills and over clover, over sticks and over rocks and over and over and over and over all over the summer and fall, and it just keeps getting higher, it's already way too tall, and you squeeze by trees and wheeze and sneeze and you allergies put you in disease and that's not to mention the doggone bees, when you home and you moan alone. The dogs are rude, when you moan alone where they just pooed. Oooooh, I think I got someone my shoe.