PERSPICACIOUS The dusty volumes looked down upon him from their multi-colored piled-up heap and from

wood oak bookshelves stacked so deep. His and The who library lighting was quite dim the incense smoke smelled thick. bickering was loud from little elves frequented the place from behind a brick. would look and then come in bit from jumpin' to and fro. sills, proud of themselves, inside, put on their frolicking show. be heard through the fireplace rim the feeders through the window pane. them from where the earthworm delves there to shelter from heavy rain.

Squirrels to rest a Over open they came

Birds could and seen at Lighting on and resting

Smoking his pipe he pounded in another shim to keep those shelves from leaning too far this way, too far that; theirselves peeked in to see what the bearded man was beaning. Beethoven playing in the background, on a wim they planned to fool the old Dad and thought to themselves amongst the shelves what if the thinker would get too mad. But was So, and he was smarter than they thought, Tim no fool; a wise old man was he. he grabbed them little elves sat them down upon his knee!

And by the ancient fire's light they danced a jig (the squirrels too!) that shook the floor so very hard! They woke the woods up in the night amidst howls of laughter from pinned up pig and danced until they were awfully tired. Then the wise old man stepped softly through his fallen leather books and found his soft blue chair to fall into sleepily and nod off to dream. -------------------------------------mindbringer, 6 September 2012