Nathan Pratyksh

The Mayhem Duo: Different Tails, United Trails

Furry FriendsJune 20, 202573Views 0Likes 0Comments

Leroy’s a legend with silky strut, Tail like a fan and zero rut. He’s bigger than Callie, but not by much— Just enough to say, “Yeah, I run this hutch.” He walks like jazz in a velvet suit, Not too slow, just smooth and cute. He scans the path with that wise-dog look, Like he’s…

Carried by Blu

Furry FriendsJune 18, 202549Views 0Likes 0Comments

She moves like morning on the grass, A streak of grace you watch go past. The world around her seems to slow, As if it waits for her to show. A little frame with eyes so wide, She walks with wonder at her side. She greets the day, she meets the air— Like every breeze…

Ballad of the Bullet Train Pup

Furry FriendsJune 18, 202531Views 0Likes 0Comments

She’s young and wild, a furry spark, The queen of chase at Inwood Park. With legs like springs and eyes that gleam, She’s every squirrel’s flying-dog dream. A brown-white flash, a comic blur, You shout “Go fetch!”—you answer her. She doesn’t wait, she teleports— Defies all common doggy sports! The ball takes off—she’s gone before,…

They Call Me Fritz!

Furry FriendsJune 2, 202545Views 0Likes 0Comments

In Inwood’s shade I softly tread, A crown of dreams upon my head. A tiny frame, a noble grace, A sleepy smile upon my face. They say I’m twelve, a gentle age, With years that whisper like a sage. My coat is grey, my eyes are wide, I walk with peace and dainty pride. My…

The Low-Riding Bark Brigade

Furry FriendsJune 1, 2025107Views 0Likes 6Comments

At the edge of the marsh where the river wind sings, Two little Corgis do marvelous things. Cody, the brown one, bold with his disc, Chases the air like he’s chasing a wish. Molly, in black, with a white tufted snout, Finds joy in the sticks that the trees toss about. She trots with a…

The Mailbox That Forgot My Name

My PoemsMay 29, 202551Views 0Likes 0Comments

There was a time I wore the crown, In mirrored halls of polished brown. Where doors would part with silent grace, And all I met knew well my face. My feet were swift, my steps were known, The sky, it seemed, was mine alone. A thousand voices shaped my days, Yet none could pause the…

Where the Morning Knows My Name

Furry FriendsApril 14, 202544Views 0Likes 0Comments

Some mornings bloom in softened light, With petals spun in pink and white, And park paths hum a quiet tune, Beneath the gaze of waking moon. The breeze is warm, the grasses sway, As springtime gently finds its way— And when I turn a corner bend, Two souls appear, like sudden friends. Bombon, tall, in…

Visions from the Realm of History

My PoemsApril 9, 202558Views 0Likes 0Comments

The forest doesn’t speak in words, It hums through leaves and wings of birds. A rhythm old, a breathing grace, Time folded in this sacred place. Each morning I walk where silence leads, Where roots recall forgotten deeds. Beneath my steps, these winding trails Still echo Lenape songs and tales. The caves lie hidden, dark…

Mystic Trails and Morning Tales: Echoes of a Poet’s Walk

My PoemsMarch 31, 202550Views 0Likes 0Comments

Go-slo, morn-flow, dawn’s sweet chime, I rise, rinse the night from my skin, step in time. Sun-glow, path-go, the day’s bright start, I skip to Inwood with a joyful heart. Coffee warms my hand, a morning tune, I dance to Inwood ‘neath the golden noon. By Veterans Memorial, I pause with cheer, Finishing my brew…

This Too Shall Pass: Through Streets of Glass and Hope

My PoemsMarch 31, 202539Views 0Likes 0Comments

I woke to a world that had lost its stars, Neon suns hummed where lanterns once sparked. The wind, a cruel whisper from centuries past, Like the frost of 1809’s cruel grasp. The streets were rivers of metal and light, Their growls and wails set my horse in fright. Hooves on pavement, a hollow sound,…

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Carried by Blu

They Call Me Fritz!

The Low-Riding Bark Brigade

The Mailbox That Forgot My Name

Where the Morning Knows My Name

Visions from the Realm of History

Mystic Trails and Morning Tales: Echoes of a Poet’s Walk

This Too Shall Pass: Through Streets of Glass and Hope

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