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