Witch Sal Tryal
Sal Tryal is an unusual witch
And not the kind that eat kids.
She leads a quiet and simple life
Wants no bother or any type strife.
The deep forest is her piece of heaven
In a place called Nottindevon.
Maker of spells and misty brews
And lives on eating veggie stews.
She carves wood with her toenail clippings
Then sells her makes for ten shillings.
Money toward her wildlife safe haven
With her bird friend, Rilo Von Raven.
A sanctuary for creatures of the forest
For every type; the tall and the smallest.
She's not an old lady and won't poison an apple
But sometimes her laugh can sound like a cackle.
One sunny day, some humans came in,
Their polluting and noise made her head spin.
Scattered cans, rubbish not placed in a bin
So angry was Sal, the hairs curled on her chin.
Music so loud, could feel the ground vibrate
Even the Devil emailed a complaint.
She took out an eyeball to look over the hedge
And this, she casted in a spell pledge.
"Curse humans who break this command
No litter, no pollution no cruelty from man.
Peace and kindness, respect and protect
Or be nail clippers for my next carving project."
For a while she had lots of new clippers
Some she turned into warning post stickers.
Peace and harmony was good for while
Until a rebel had an idea of a witch trial.
That is how the witch trials began
Always start trouble, does the human.
How do I know this all to be true?
Sal's bloodline flows through me too.
25.06.22
Copyright © Emilia James | Year Posted 2022
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