You can tumble in it, roll in it, burn it, animal eat it. Used to cover floors, still used beyond stall doors. Freshens whatever it is placed on. Absorbs whatever is poured into it.
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
What can be seen but never found that only hides in the unwound?
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!