In the Bronx she was broken, skinny, and sore, Tail cut short, ribs aching, heart on the floor. A villain kept kicking, what a heartless plan, Till John shouted loud, “Try that again, man!”
Charlie was trembling, too scared to believe, But John laid on the floor, love’s trick up his sleeve. Then one magic…
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…
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…