In Inwood’s leafy parliament, Where mutts convene and time is bent, There reigns a pup of noble pose — Miss Lilian, with muddy toes.
A mix of breeds? That’s putting light On genes that met at speed of fright. A shepherd's stance, a husky’s flair, And terrier twitches in midair.
Her nose knows things we’ll…
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…
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,…
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…