Witchy Whirls at Midnight

Witchy Whirls at Midnight




Beware the night, when the moon is high,
Witch on her broom, just zipping by.
She cackles loud, with glee and fright,
Zooming past your window in the dead of night.


She's not so graceful, in fact, she's quite a klutz,
Dropping spell books and potion-filled guts.
Her hat's askew, her cat clings tight,
What a silly, spooky, bewitching sight!


She aims for the stars, but hits the tree,
A tangled mess of twigs and leaves.
But don't you worry, don't you fear,
She'll just brush off and reappear.


She'll circle back, with a hoot and a zoom,
Watch out for that broomstick of impending doom.
She's just having fun, in the pale moonlight,
That goofy old witch, what a laughable fright!


By Cathrin Stuart