Library goer

We that walk the library aisles sliver through the stacks, assaulting les livres with our eyes, searching for safety. There, in the land of words and in the graveyard of life, we find deliverance. And we peek at the librarians and we gaze upon the staff. But it is all for naught, for we will never say a word. And when they close the library we will hide on the tops of the shelves and watch them leave... then pounce.