Duchess of Denton, calico bright, She rules every corner by day and by night. Her fountain is sparkling, her bowl is supreme, But dinner must match her exact foodie dream.
She perches on windows to spy on the birds, And chatters away in her own secret words. From sparrows to robins, she watches them dine,…
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…
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…