A/N: This poem introduces 4 characters created by 2 Live Journal friends, Okapi1895, and thesmallhobbit.

The Ocelot...editor of the Marylebone Monthly. In his first appearance, he was wearing a tutu as a distraction during a case.

Inky quill...a poet and philosopher from across the pond.

Ferret...willing assistant in Baker Street, master of disguise, and definitely not fat.

Mouselet...occasional Marylebone Monthly correspondent, resident of 221B. She has a huge crush on Inspector Stanley Hopkins.


Still Life


Narrator: Mouselet.

The scene...a shop belonging to criminal taxidermists.

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We froze, just like predators stalking their prey;

Each pose tortured muscle groups, every which way;

A whist game in progress, Jacks low, aces high;

The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.

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My whiskers were tingling, a lingering itch:

My nose seemed determined to wiggle and twitch;

But statues were called for, the rogues were close by

The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.

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The ferret's wrist tendons were feeling the strain;

The deck held aloft in mid deal, it was plain

Each fibre, each blood vessel, stretched to comply;

The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.

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Poor Inky, cards scattered, contracted each quill;

All movements would magnify, hard to keep still;

His pained perseverance, no friend could deny;

The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.

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The ocelot, placing a bet, seemed unfazed;

His tutu unruffled, one paw slightly raised.

But, was that a tear in his unblinking eye?

The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.

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A flurry, a scurry of movement, a chase;

We listened, sound muffled by glass fronted case.

Two shots, several swear words, a valiant cry.

The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.

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Then silence, then rescue; the case opened wide,

With four stiff yet grateful young creatures inside;

A deep simultaneous, shuddering sigh

From the ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.

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Mr Holmes, my Inspector, and Watson stared hard

At the small chairs and table, each miniature card;

As we stood, stretching limbs to the wonderful sky;

The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.

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Four diamond stuffed corpses revealed their sad role;

A weasel, a civet, a hedgehog, a vole.

We'd taken their places, in order to spy;

The ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.

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Two smugglers in prison, a Baker Street feast;

(A moment, heads bowed, for four victims, deceased.)

A toast with raised glasses, a modest reply

From the ferret, the ocelot, Inky and I.

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