The Witch

Crisp crackling curses

rattle the windows

The witch is in her element

of Winter storms

 

The black cat

slithers through the henbane

She frightens Winter birds

A starling flies within her grasp

She pounces,then she purrs

 

I tell  you to beware the witch

Beware her crimson smile

Her pointed shoes

Her sharpened teeth

I would run a mile

 

So when it comes omHalloween

Pull your curtains tight

Lock your doors

and guard the fire

Until the morning light

This poem is about: 
Our world

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