I caught a bulldog fly
across the cotton wool sky
it's giant padded paw prints
left a trail; a kind of cosmic braille
for the blind,
(not visually blind, but those who find
nothingness; those unable to read the signs)
imprinted braille above
you cannot fail to love
-the air that holds us in place-
bulldog don't waste
your paw prints on us human people
(we're not worth it)
