The Witch

[dezdimona]

She stirs her boiling

cauldron,

she glares at her

cat

 

The moon is a

rising,

the winds at her

back

 

A pinch of black

fungus,

the wing of a

bat

 

Comes a screeching

from deep inside

the bowels of her

cat

 

Vapors like fog

they seem to

float,

she throws in the

balls of a fresh

butchered goat

 

She stirs and she

sniffs,

and stirs once

again

 

She tosses in the

gizzard of a small

guinea hen

 

She stirs once again

and once more

a sniff,

with a flash and

foul odor,

she opens a small

rift

 

Out steps a form

all teeth and one

eye,

the witch she laughs

heartily,

her cat it does

cry

 

She grabs the small

critter,

and bites off its

head,

she swallows the

morsel,

tis better off

dead!

 

She cackles and

screams,

and spins twice

around,

her cats back it

arches,

she gives it a

frown

 

All things a flutter,

up from the cauldron

to deceive,

her special day is

here,

it's all hallows eve!

[alex2avs]

Very nice :). I like it.

It gives you a Halloween feeling ;)

[dezdimona]

thankyou alex :)

[alex2avs]

Thank you for sharing this poem :closedeyes: