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.