She doesn't collect spiders for her cat
Nor she flies on the broom with a pointy hat
There was no giggling pumpkin in her home
She never makes any tea with lizard or worm
But she's in love with the silver moonlight
That makes her soul dance in pure delight
She feels so alive as the darkness fall
Whispers with the owls some mysterious spell
Howling of wolves is the music to her ears
She runs towards them without any fear
Strange happiness shines in her eyes
When she chases behind the tiny fireflies
She roams through the forest all the night
Till the twinkling stars vanish in the daylight
There's something magical about her not evil
Maybe she is a witch who doesn't wear a veil

© Abigail David
Happy Halloween everyone 🎃🎃