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,…
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…
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…