Nature – Nathan Pratyksh Khanna

From Kentucky With Love (and Belly Rubs)

Furry Friends4 days ago16Views 0Likes 0Comments

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…

The Saga of Marlon the Mighty

Furry FriendsJuly 25, 20255Views 0Likes 0Comments

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?…

The Mayhem Duo: Different Tails, United Trails

Furry FriendsJune 20, 20254Views 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…

They Call Me Fritz!

Furry FriendsJune 2, 20257Views 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, 202515Views 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, 20259Views 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, 20253Views 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…

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

My PoemsMarch 31, 20254Views 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…

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From Kentucky With Love (and Belly Rubs)

The Saga of Marlon the Mighty

They Call Me Fritz!

The Low-Riding Bark Brigade

The Mailbox That Forgot My Name

Where the Morning Knows My Name

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

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