Blind Bat

she says of me inspiring but that's what she is to me i'm aspiring but slightly lying that i'm trying writing as if a blind man out for a walk a round town but my cane and feet tell no shape or form for all i know i'm going but thinking what it means to go around the block ticking by touch multiple times my mind taking in everything my cane sends signals for my brain to see as an object but objectively only what's before me not aware that there three feet the left of me is a gorgeous chocolate labrador next to a red fire hydrant taking a pee