2

They were frightened;
Their book had a lousy page,
One they'd ruffle in their fists
draw white lines and
cast cold breaths upon and
then throw away and
hope that it would land...
safely
But then what book would that be
if it had no pages, but two covers?
Pageless books are frowned upon;
and drawn circles instead of spirals,
and cast fret upon, once it's worthwhile.
They asked, 'is that all? A page?'
'Our only page,' and they'd plead
But soon would find
That no life can dwell
upon such grounds, no plastic toy
can be so small.
So who would they be?