Afraid of the Witches
Gray necked warlock locked his harvest up tight
hoping to keep it from hidden a few weeks longer here.
Scrying an entity from the deep woods at night
Would the witches feel it? When would they appear?
He felt their eyes watching, he felt their might.
He felt savvy, but his introspection was not keen.
Thanksgiving was peeking out its head in gratitude
Sending feelers his way, trying to take from Halloween
Determined to keep his autumnal attitude
Atonement by the others was rarely ever seen.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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