I had a bouncy dog named Blackie,
Joy or sadness - she was my bestie,
Now, her memory remains,
At her loss, my heart still pains,
Her lasting imprints - such agony.
And blackie was her precious name
She was a shade of black and gray
She was gentle and smart and tame
Her silly antics made my day
But one day when the time's not right
I found her laying stead and still
The lovely goat that once was bright
Made its way to the highest hill
*For my goat that just died*
October 25, 2023
We had a dog whose name was Blackie,
So extraordinary and wacky,
With energy like a horse,
She used to run with full force,
Soft and playful, but fierce with strangers,
She protected us from all dangers,
She saw every tear that I shed,
Listened to every word I said,
Was our closest companion,
A tough and true champion,
With us, she was there ten years,
When she died, we all shed tears,
I'm sure we will see her in the thousand year rule,
Playing with a dangerless lion, feeling cool.
08.16.2020
Contest: All pets go to heaven
Sponsor: Constance La France
On Halloween night once, my cat ran to see the orange moon outside,
Oh, I was so very scared because it was Halloween and he was all black;
I searched and searched calling his name- then came home and cried,
Getting mad, I yelled out the door, GOOD LUCK! (But, hope you come back!)
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November 2, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Blackie on the Moon
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1193-285-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Good Luck Halloween
sponsor, Eve Roper, Inspiration picture #2
First Place
She was the best pal we ever had,
Thinking about her still makes me sad,
Quietly wagging her tail for her food,
Silently waiting like a friend so good,
She survived death scare two times that year,
We prayed for her healing, God did hear,
She knew whom to bark at, scared them bad,
She was the best pal we ever had,
Following us all around to be petted,
Love she did not lack, nor once we regretted,
When she fell sick, she had us cuddling her,
Trips to the doctor, we went juggling her,
Ten long years, she stayed with us happy,
Never once did she become snappy,
In times of sorrow, she made us glad,
She was the best pal we ever had.
08/30/18
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