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Magic, Maggie For Short

Her name was Magic, Maggie for short She loved being outside, and to cavort, Black as coal from the local coal mine She raised her hackles along her spine, At night she made a soft meowing sound Glad we rescued Maggie from the pound, When winter came, she lived inside We were all bereft when Maggie died. FIRST PLACE WINNER written March 25, 2022 "Black Cat" Poetry Contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori

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Christuraj Alex

Date: 4/4/2022 5:45:00 AM

There's pain when a pet dies. Beautiful writing on Maggie. Congratulations!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/4/2022 8:26:00 AM

Thank you so much, Chris. Yes, there is.

Terry Miller

Date: 4/4/2022 1:38:00 AM

Another winner Milt.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/4/2022 8:28:00 AM

Thanks, Terry. I enjoyed writing it. Glad you liked it.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 3/27/2022 8:27:00 PM

I love this tribute to Maggie!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/27/2022 9:05:00 PM

Thanks. It's mostly fiction. All of our cats have been snow white, and some were blind. Our last one was Pearl, the best of all, who is waiting at the Rainbow Bridge, unless she went with Deb...which is certainly possible. They got along famously.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/26/2022 8:51:00 PM

A wonderful write. Very enjoyable read. G.L. in the contest, Milt. Cheers, Gershon

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/27/2022 9:35:00 AM

Thank you so much, gw, for your encouragement.