Poetry for Another Witch

Witch 1


Is that a Witch I see
Against a big bright cold full MOON
And does she and her black cat
Have thoughts of turning
A passing prince into a frog
Sometime very SOON
Does she dream of stirring potions
In a cauldron suspended
Above a hazel wood FIRE
Full of lizard scales
And swiftlet wings
And an ogres thoughts of DESIRE
And as I watch her on her broomstick
Flying to and FRO
Does she know that I am watching
Which means
Maybe it is time

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