Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Looked In a Mud Puddle

Looked in a mud puddle and saw a witch.
She laughed at me. The mean ‘ole crone.
I was not happy certainly not amused.
Her eyes were as dark as a cave without light.
She crooked her finger and tried to speak.
I ran as if bowels of hell were waiting.
Hair stood straight up as I heard her witch cackles.

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Paghunda Zahid May 11, 2020 at 10:46 AM You ran and never looked back... :) Nicely written... Stay safe! Caren Krutsinger May 12, 2020 at 4:47 PM I always do.

Gershon Wolf May 10, 2020 at 9:02 PM Th's one's for 'Muddy Waters' ~ Bluesman Caren Krutsinger May 12, 2020 at 4:47 PM Thank you so much

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 10, 2020 at 10:30 AM Giggles! Bowels are the kinda thing you run for ;), xomo Caren Krutsinger May 10, 2020 at 10:47 AM I enjoyed writing this one.

Silent One May 10, 2020 at 10:08 AM Oh such an awful experience... Caren Krutsinger May 10, 2020 at 10:47 AM Thank you Silent One.