Hold On Tight
Hold on tight said Thelma Witch to her cat
A storm is brewing, with a pit and a pat.
Poindexter held on to her sweater tight.
He knew falling off would not feel right.
He had fallen off another broom once upon a time.
Lost a life that day, but was birthed back in nine.
He was not anxious to fall off another broom.
Birthing is not as easy as it is presumed.
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