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My Black Magick

January 11, 2012
By m.s.moore SILVER, Waterloo, New York
m.s.moore SILVER, Waterloo, New York
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Favorite Quote:
life is not meant to arrive at the grave in a perfectly preserved body. it's meant to skid in side ways shouting "Holy crap what a ride."


No fur so soft, no eyes so peering as my Black Magick
No feline so clever, so bipolar as my Black Magick
No friend so attentive to my doldrums as my Black Magick
No fur ball so loyal, so giving with her “gifts” as my Black Magick
No fierce cat could stand up to her, that was my Black Magick
No Forewarning to her claws, except for me as she was my Black Magick
No Fighting with her charm, as I awake on the floor looking up at my Black Magick
No forgetting the memories my little baby has given me, because she was my little Black Magick.
Rest in Peace my first and favorite friend
Sept. 2011


The author's comments:
I had my cat for about twelve years, she was my baby and I was utterly heart broken when she died. this poem is about and for her.

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