Diary of a Library Mouse

Diary of a Library Mouse Here between tall and cluttered book stacks Dust motes season my cache of quick snacks Here in the hush of silent tomes I while long hours in reading rooms Hermit-like, I pay no heed To those who’d interrupt my read Of classics old, with musty scent Brimful of war and discontent Or thrilling yarns of conspiracies, Exotic fare from overseas All bound in leather, albeit worn Though rarely are their pages torn For often I have pondered how Such classics are abandoned now When in their day, they were the rage Perhaps like me they’ve reached the age When they’ve become extraneous A Classic Miscellaneous