You trace the veins of Acer leaf
Where marginalia turns to grief
Your wet nose reads the card catalog
Each scent a chapter not a slog
You pace the aisles where silence grows
Your paws press soft on century rows
Archive hound you guard the deep
Where roots of knowledge slowly creep
Your ears twitch at each turning page
A quiet hunt in copper cage
The Wurlitzer sighs in smoky tone
You watch the stacks you watch alone
You circle round the Taxus baccata
The yew's dark heart in binding data
Your tail beats time like metronome
While moss creeps slow on microfiche home
You sniff the spine of Quercus robur
The oak's old breath in leather cover
You pause at roots of Papyrus sheet
Where ancient ink and dust now meet
Your breath condenses on the glass
A fern unfurls in shadowed mass
You dream of chase through Salix grove
But wake to guard the written trove
Archive hound you guard the deep
Where roots of knowledge slowly creep
Your ears twitch at each turning page
A quiet hunt in copper cage
The Wurlitzer sighs in smoky tone
You watch the stacks you watch alone
Tell me Salix does he dream of chase
Or rest his head on botanical grace
The archive hums with cellulose song
He's watched the stacks since night was long
Roots hold the dark the hound holds the light
Both keep the watch through endless night
You curl at last on Ocimum sweet
Where roots and papers intertwine neat
The Hofner bass walks round and low
Your steady breath marks time to go
The chorus guitar warbles slow
You guard the green in subtle glow
Archive hound you guard the deep
Where roots of knowledge slowly creep
Your ears twitch at each turning page
A quiet hunt in copper cage
The Wurlitzer sighs in smoky tone
You watch the stacks you watch alone
Archive hound the basement knows
You guard the roots where knowledge flows
