Spoopy_Mouse

I said I wanted to be free
And so I was contained in a car
Smooth leather and febrees
As we drove up the dirt road
Tires tracking through the mud
I was able to look and really see
Cows with calm faces
And soft sweet eyes

In with the tide
He thinks the sea came to see him
Bearing gifts of seaweed and slime
A dream and a rhyme
He never liked the smell of salt
Or the squishy sand between his toes
But he knows if he throws out a line