A Bewitching Tale

Another one for Halloween :P I'm passing by the old, scary house That the eighty year old woman Resides in with her black cat Some thought she was a witch When she would cast spells With her black cat Beside her All the Time. One night, she came knocking on my door Carrying bright red, tasty apples She offered me one to eat When I ate one, I died The apples were full Of blue poison; She's a witch After All. Dawn D. Kilby Copyright ©2008 Dawn D. Kilby