The library's calm, where pages turn slow
A rhinoceros tiptoes from row to row
No one looks up as it quietly paces
Past aisles of wisdom and silent faces
With skin like old leather, thick and serene
It blends with the books, oddly unseen
Horn bent like a question, unspoken, profound
Yet peace is the only deafening sound
Not a chair stirs, nor a glance it does meet
For the rhino moves gently on curious feet
A creature of strength, of power so grand
Yet here in the stillness, it chooses to stand
Among all the knowledge, cautiously dwells
A spot where whispers and wonderments swell
The world rushes by, but here in this place
The rhinoceros lingers, a symbol of grace
