[toccata]

As I run up the hill, and see the sunset, a wind blows into my fur. This still pond, with the waterfall that brings me joy. Castle Brick is where I live, and I see everyone being so high up not even noticing me. All they do is tell me that I need to meet high standards, and all they ever show me is their mean snickers and comments, kicking me to the dirt like I'm a mouse. I trudge up the hill every sunset, I swim there every night 'till daybreak. No one notices. It's like I the victim and all they see in me is doubt. The doubt of becoming a lady. My life is hard in the day until it's night and breathe my natural scene