Maggie The Cat
Nothing Could Really Hurt Her
There stood Maggie the Cat…
Wearing only her skin and bones…
Nothing could really hurt her…
Not sharpened sticks nor pointed stones…
It was late one Halloween night…
In the city they called The Big Easy…
Maggie the Cat just wanted to hangout…
The air was warm but somewhat breezy…
She wasn’t looking for any trouble…
But trouble was always looking for her…
Maggie could more than handle herself…
Just don’t fall prey to her sexy purr…
It’s best to steer away from Maggie…
Especially late on Halloween night…
Because you never know when Maggie the Cat…
Will be looking for a vicious cat fight…
© 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice
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Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Jeffrey worked for years in New York City and Washington D.C. while traveling throughout Europe, Africa, Asia, and even spent some time in Antarctica. But the true discoveries came from inside himself, and that poetic journey is shown here.
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By Liam Storm4 days ago in Fiction
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