Maggie

Eyes like vast pools of twinkling starlight

Dejected little peepers so fragile like glass the color of sepia

Ears of triangles listening for a sound that can only be heard by the happy

An ebony nose stuck in the air picking up aromas so intoxicating

Sable strikes down the forhead and veil the jwas in a midnight sky

The under mouth of milky sunrise casts its arm down the her belly

Only to whirl around a lake of pale purple

Ivory stockings speckled with fawn perfect be her foot ware

But alas one falls short only to be a bootie of pure white

Freckled black and coffee leggings

A slimming black coat, silky smooth to the touch

An ebony thin tail with a bleached tip that curves and wriggles wildly at the sight of open arms