In the quiet whisper of an evening breeze, Merlin the Otterhound roams the midnight seas. His paws tread softly on the clouds of night, A gentle spirit in eternal flight. In life, he wandered fields of earthly green, Chasing dreams that only dogs have seen. Now echoes of his bark inspire a tune, A celestial melody beneath the moon. Though Merlin's form has slipped beyond our view, The heart of his song remains loyal and true. His memory dances on each note we play, Guiding our songs at the break of day.