Where?

I look left, I look right,

I look at all items in my sight,

The black ink taunts me day and night,

The constant guessing giving me a fright.

Where could it be,

On these soft pages I see,

All filled with colors so vivid,

And constant close misses that make me livid.

The room is warm, and dust floats about,

Weaving in intricate patterns as my brother gives a shout,

There o there is the item on the list,

A small paper clip hidden behind the violinist.

Item two is just as hard to find,

Hours are spent as we slowly lose our mind,

The item could be big or could be small,

The item could be short or could be tall.

Once again the afternoon sun lights the page,

The fan blowing the cool air despite its' age,

The gold lining of the cover is shimmering,

But despite the scene we are mentally whimpering.

Once again we have found an item from the list,

But for item three we must find another person to enlist,

As we do not know how to find a cello,

For all we know it is a type of jello!

Minutes turn to hours,

Hours turn to days,

Then days turn to weeks,

And victory is ours!

We found each item,

Each hidden treasure,

All five spiders,

And a sparkly purse for good measure.

This game is so much fun,

And the library summons us again,

For we will get another one of these,

And the fun will never end!