Want To See My Crow Impression
Fabulific witch zoomed in on a full moon night.
We had never seen such a streak of femininity
Her gorgeous face hailed from a magazine cover
Those thighs, those boobs and that chin. Wow!
She leapt from her broomstick onto a large oak branch.
A fashionista, elongated ebony ribbons were flowing from her hat
Want to see my crow impression? She asked. We all did.
There was a loud squawk and she flew off, in a crow’s body.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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