Dawn Kilby Poet Nonet

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

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Sharon Winter October 11, 2008 at 4:05 PM Well this will make children be careful of what Halloween goodies they eat. I am getting in the mood for a good horror flick. Thanks for the treat! You seem to be able to conquer any form. Keep em coming! Love, Shar