from Worn to the Weft

His name is Patrick
He wears a light blue smock
He’s walking his dogs
In the earliest morning

Ones name is Muffler
Ones name is Sergeant Shark
While Patrick stumbles behind
With the stones rolling under him

Why do we grow old?
And why must we die sooner than told?
Just once I…
But that was the last time I heard from him

They walk long ways and back again
Soft slippers don’t need no laces
As Sergeant and Muffler dissolve
Into shapes that he’s chasing

His heart weighs a ton again
White pain crushing through his senses
A wet nose grazes his neck
As his soul is released, yeah

Why do we grow old?
And why must we die sooner than told?
Just once I…
But that was the last I ever heard from him

As Sergeant makes his escape
Muffler sticks with his friend
Amazed that it’s ending