Book stacks and book spine poem

Inspired by Christy's post and the different book spine poems

The books in my home have a tendency to escape form the shelves and have casual gatherins around the apartment.

The books on the bedside table are civil and patient, waiting for their time to be read. Some are young and freshly out of the bookstores, others have seen the world with their different owners.

Then the professional books like to chat during their PD meetings on the kitchen table that changed a career, stopped serving food and became an office table instead. It still stays in the kitchen and curiously listens how old and experienced books change ideas with the younger ones.
The children books like to have festivals on the floor next to my bed. They get to leave the shelf in groups, getting their pages flipped and the pictures pointed at with little fingers. They like that their stories are read out loud. Oh, they are clever. They know that people are too tired in the evening to put them back and way too busy in the morning to notice them. They have a secret hope that people would be occupied with tons of things, so they wouldn't get to the word "cleaning" on their to-do list too often, and the party can grow and continue.

Sometimes the children books hang out on both sides of the bed.
As we all know the little follow the example of the big. So the small books have started their own play dates and pajama parties on Mimm's bedside table. Sometimes they invite guest books for bed time stories.
Sadly the parties have to end sometimes. For example on Saturday mornings the books left on the shelves call out: "Come back, come back. Next time it is our turn."
The only books that have some discipline are the cook books. They leave the shelf only during a day and in orderly manner. They may get some grease and flour stains but they usually return before the end of the day. They sometimes get to visit the living room and are allowed to stay overnight.

After I took the pics of the escaping books I asked for volunteers for a book spine poem. Most of the books are in Estonian and they are too timid to make an appearance. Besides thoughts might get lost in translation. The books in English are minority. I was lucky to find some brave (or vain) volunteers.

Have a lovely Saturday!