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…
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,…
Drumroll, fireworks, the curtains fly wide— Clementine struts in with superstar pride! Two years young, a cuddle machine, the snuggliest pup you’ve ever seen.
White as a marshmallow with beige on top, once she starts lovin’, she just won’t stop. She’s not into toys or fancy chow, but praise her once and she’ll take a…
Marlon’s a gentleman, patched white and brown, Struts like he’s mayor of this whole darn town. Rescued in twenty, he found his new place, Declared every sofa his personal space.
He loves being lazy—it’s truly an art, Sprawled on the floor like he’s falling apart. But shout “dinner time!” and you’ll see a blur, Motivation?…
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 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…
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…
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 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…