Shelfhound

I could smell old books when I entered a house —
Up the stairs and off through attics;
Looking for copyrights decades old,
With a yellowed cover, a frontispiece —

I was a shelfhound on the scent:
Find me some history, stored in tomes,
Like a dinner for me, sitting on the floor
And pawing over

The bones

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