Miss October

Miss October is our resident witch,
But she has a good name,
Unlike many others,
Of midevil fame.

A saucy little flirt is she,
Dancing all about,
At play in Autumn breezes,
With her skirts flying about.

Her eyes are black as onyx,
Her teeth are pearly white.
Her hair changes it's color,
Shining in the light.

Sometimes it's black as it can be,
Or red or gold or white.
No matter what it's color,
She's an enchanting sight.

She always has a pot on.
I thought it some strange brew.
She let me have a taste of it.
It was a tasty stew.

She never casts an evil spell.
Her magic's just for good.
She casts them all in secret.
As all good witches should.

My dog was hurt real bad once.
He had been in a fight.
She bound his wounds to help him,
And stayed with him through the night.

I was really sick once.
I think I had the flu.
She tended and she nursed me,
Gave me some awful brew.

Another time I fell real hard,
When I was out at play.
She picked me up, looked in my eyes,
And took the pain away.

This witch casts her loving spell,
It seems on everyone.
We love her and we bless her.
You guessed it, she's my mom.

motherseasonsquatrain

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