Little boxes

Little boxes were hopping steps down. They were just empty cardboard boxes bouncing in Stribro down stairs and out from the town hall. You whistled a song: "Little boxes" and the song enchanted me. The boxes were dancing in the middle of the town square around the water fountain. The wind whistled "Little boxes ..." Next morning a garbage truck picked up sleepy cardboard boxes and took them to the city dump. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2/20/2012 Translation from Czech