day 2
today, is but the second day
i saw the boy
sitting under the tree
his hair in a mop
on the top of his head,
hiding his face
i sat on the bench today,
away from the boy
who sat under the tree
he writes ferociously
in his leather bound notebook
oh how i'd kill to see
what he's writing, desperately
dear boy,
who sits under the tree
will you please show me?
YOU ARE READING
tree
Short Story"there once was a boy who sat under a tree with a smile so big it put the sun to shame"
