What Is the Wizard Creating Now
His familiar was a crow
But not in the know
What is he making?
With that bright green grow?
I cannot help you
Said the crow, who usually knew
He came home this morning at a quarter ‘til two
The wizard smiled, glad for the attention
He was creating a new world, I guess I could mention
He had in his mind creatures smaller than most
By the time supper came around, he was a marvelous host
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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