Daddy Warlock and His Offspring
With a crazy weirdo witchlike stare
She said “Break this stale and stifled air”
The crow landed softly on autumn’s mare.
And drove his talons into her soft hair.
With cheer and tidings greeted
The warlock felt slightly irritated and defeated.
He had taught his offspring to fly; brooms meted.
And here she was on soft horse seated.
Squirrels felt alive in October grand.
Brisk the smile and crisp the hand
Jack-o-lanterns displayed, trick-or-treaters shaking
Daddy’s hands extended, quick for shaking
Those sparkled eyes and sunny faces duly greeting
On Halloween night met with joyful spirits meeting
Daddy Warlock was proud as his little witch flew in on broom.
Her autopilot license alive and well. He watched her on Zoom.
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