2025-04

I dine at dusk, not when I’m told.I choose my walk, despite the cold.My bed must face the moon just right,I bark at star...

I choose my spot before I sleep.The blanket’s fold must not be cheap.My bowl must face a certain way,And walks begin at ...

A breeze that knows the scent of spring,Soft petals fall, yet say everything.No ticket bought, no plan in hand,Just paws...