Bella Luna, fluff parade, Snowball with a fashion grade, Eight years old and still a star— More fab than all Kardashians are.
A Maltese Bichon, soft and white, She naps all day, she owns the night. She guards the couch like it's a throne— Just try to move her. She won't go alone.
She’s dressed…
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…