Buster

Buster died on the roadside tonight 
Hit by a speeding vehicle 
On the dark kerbside 
His round eye hanging off a string 
Holding on to his last vision 
Of a white truck
And smoky rubber wheels 

And he lays still 
Under a dark sky 
Dreaming of a bone 
And catch with his master
His femur frozen 
By a life caught 
Unawares 

He lays panting 
In the moonlight 
For nobody comes
Nobody 
Nobody comes 
By 
At all

His dreams are of  
A home 
With a back garden and 
White laces of a shoe by the chair 
And a tree he once sniffed
And slept by, 
Slept 

And now he rests in this same back garden
Surrounded by pink flowers 
Aside a shoe and a basket 
Where his master lays him
To rest, 
To rest 
Rest 

And he lays still 
Under a dark sky 
Dreaming of a bone 
And catch with his master
His femur frozen 
By a life caught 
Unawares