The streams of
water flow
Down on the rocks
clicking into sound
The melody of
nature and insects and lights
The place of rest
and dreams
Oscar appears with
bright eyes
He left his
physical history behind
Now he has a new
place to stay
In the natural
paradise
He can go anywhere
The places he wants
to see
He can only dreams
in his mind
He isn’t alone in
his new place
The angels will
watch over him
He is in good hands
of the saintly saints
Though he will
dream of his time
Down in Coventry’s
home
Oscar barks from
the sky
The lightning
shines in the clouds
“I am in the
saintly house
Though I miss all
you guys”
The streams of
water flow
Oscar smells his
days
The sound of nature
He wags his tail
and roam
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