少し悲しい

My skeletons, they dance like the grass in the wind on a summer night, their bones shaking and rattling much like the leaves rustling on a tree in the wind. They've done the same dance for years, hoping someone will see and enjoy it. Of course most people stop and stare, but the skeletons are unsure if the onlookers enjoy it or not. Some stop and stare for far too long, not daring to get much closer than a few feet away. Some of those that stop and stare will mimic them from afar for a moment, but the dance gets old and they continue on their way. Some of them grab the hands of the skeletons and dance with them, and the length varies... Some dance for a couple weeks; others dance for years. Nevertheless, the ending is all the same. Everyone marks their business on the skeletons and continues their way forward, leaving the skeletons behind in a neverending, exhaustive dance. Their bones shake and rattle much like leaves on a tree in the wind.