Park Dogs

It’s 6:05 and she’s already left
The alarm stick rings at the end of our bed
But I won’t go back to sleep
There’s a park at the end of our street
Oh and I bring a ball that I throw to the sky
And repeat that step until I get tired
The ring is falls
I try to bargain with gravity
But she was never that kind to me
Me in my mourning
All the park dogs are talking
Not coming back when we call them
Like we thought they ever would
Owners and four-legged friends in command
Right the part of the park they don’t want you to stand
With the rain turning the grass into mud
And your German Shepherd, next one to the
he’s been getting in the mud
But he only wanted to play
He fumbles in disparity
Searching for some company
Me in my mourning
All the park dogs are talking
Not coming back when we call them
Like we thought they ever would
From the other side of my vision line
Runs an unwavering love
Some howling thing
The safety pin holding them up
Me in my mourning
All the park dogs are talking
Not coming back when we call them
Like we thought they ever would
Me in my morning
For the pre-coffee yawning
Starting the day with a walk
And some cold October air