I had a dog named Clyde.
He was always by my side.
We would run through the woods chasing racoon.
Sometimes it would get late but.
I always knew, we would be home soon.
Clyde would chase them up a big oak tree.
Then he would bark, and wait for me.
Clyde got old and i will miss him dearly.
But i will never forget as coon season comes around yearly.
And in his silence he barks, here no more.
But he will be barking at heaven's door.