A man
A dark history
Loves a rich mystery
A deep abyss
He can try
To get to the bottom of

He swims in the night waters
The high tide waters
He's a fresh water river otter
In the streams
And a salt water trout
And he walks on the sands when the tide rolls out
To see what's left

Rich leather
All weather tires
A hint of tobacco
From a fragrant pipe
Coffee and chocolate and
Cinnamon Aramis
My favorite
And he's delving
To strive to the bottom of it all

-jenn