L Milton Hankins Poet Rhyme

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 April 4, 2022 at 5:45 AM There's pain when a pet dies. Beautiful writing on Maggie. Congratulations! L Milton Hankins April 4, 2022 at 8:26 AM Thank you so much, Chris. Yes, there is.

Terry Miller April 4, 2022 at 1:38 AM Another winner Milt. L Milton Hankins April 4, 2022 at 8:28 AM Thanks, Terry. I enjoyed writing it. Glad you liked it.

Caren Krutsinger March 27, 2022 at 8:27 PM I love this tribute to Maggie! L Milton Hankins March 27, 2022 at 9:05 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 March 26, 2022 at 8:51 PM A wonderful write. Very enjoyable read. G.L. in the contest, Milt. Cheers, Gershon L Milton Hankins March 27, 2022 at 9:35 AM Thank you so much, gw, for your encouragement.