There are rabbit holes and rabbit holes,
     Where hidden truths and mischief strolls.
I’m always losing bits, it seems,
     I scatter clues like forgotten dreams.
I need a mind both sharp and bold,
     An Agatha, Sherlock, or Bombe of old.
If you should solve one, send a sign,
     Tell me the tale, your path, your line.
But hush, no spoilers, keep the game,     
     Don’t steal another seeker’s flame.
For if the whispers spread too wide,
     The clues may shift, new treks implied.
Be sure to read the fine print here,
     The Disclaimers written plain and clear.
Then off you go, no need for grunting,
     Follow the clues and happy hunting!
—Mysti Spiel