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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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