Runaway Hound by the Sea

She was born in a barn, a scrappy little thing. Chasin' fireflies

and chewin' on strings. But her eyes always wandered, a spark in

her soul. Like she knew there were places she needed to go.

One night by the fire, I heard her sigh. Starin' at the

stars like they told her to fly. Now its paws in the sand,

tail in the breeze. A four legged sailor on Caribbean seas.

She's barking at the waves, chasing coconuts down. My runaway hound in a seaside

town. She hitched a ride on a fishing boat.