The dog walked down the street.
He walked to the park between Glen Cove and Seacliff.
He liked this park.
Benches where he could take a rest, waterfountains where he could sip some fresh water and there he could see his flag, the one he loved so much, waving in the wind.
Lying flat on his back, listening to the beautiful sound of the birds while watching the leafs of the trees waiting for being able to glimpse the blue sky.
It was a good place and he needed such a place
cause he had so much time to kill.
For the dog this whole area was pretty new.
He got there cause he was looking for his soulmate.
Some time ago something told him that she was there.
So he packed all that he couldn´t leave behind and got on this trip.
Anyway, back to his park where he used to hang out almost every day he was there.
One day when he was again on his way towards his park
he saw this bird lying in the street.
The wind moved the birds feathers so you could think he was still alive
but the dog felt and knew that the bird was dead.
Still 40 feet away from the bird, tears shot in the dogs eyes.
Somehow he felt happy cause he knew that this bird was now at a better place
but at the same time he was so sad cause
the world had to live from that moment on without this birds very unique and special, beautiful voice.
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