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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

Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022

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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! Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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! Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 3/27/2022 9:35:00 AM Thank you so much, gw, for your encouragement.