Dogs

I found this in my drafts. No, I've no idea either.

Dogs.

Dogs.

Dogs.

Dogs from my knees to the horizon.

Dogs.

Millions of dogs,

their stupid faces blank and

puddling wet.

Dogs.

I've never seen

so many dogs. They all

stand there on twenty-five centimetres of air,

hovering,

bobbing as they pant.

Dogs.

Dogs.

Millions of dogs.