Her Incantation
Curly red-haired witch had incantations that flowed into the night
Her familiar, an owl, watched them float up and out of sight.
What are you trying for? Asked her cat, who was a sour puss really.
Not sure, she replied. Maybe a dinosaur named Willy or Wheel-y
Don’t you have to know ahead? A bossy wizard asked when he stopped.
Perhaps yes, perhaps no, she said, her fish partner flipped and flopped.
Suddenly a bunch of pelicans fell out of clouds from high in the sky.
Look what I caused, she told him “with barely a try”.
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