When the Librarian Is Away
Super sleuth detective ghost cat kept her ideas to herself.
Her sidekick, ghostly ghost’s eyes wandered down every shelf.
The library’s moss tree was snoring as loudly as any buzz saw.
Ghost walkers rolled their eyes, whispering lah dee dah.
The librarian was on vacation, so the fey were bound to play.
Enjoying mysterious moments before she returned on Tuesday.
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