The Witches Are Back

The witches
are back

in their sharp
pointed hats

and their long
flowing capes

And that
thing in a sack

That tried
to escape

Just got eaten
by a something

That crawled
out of the lake

And the moon
Stares down

From high
in the sky

Like an
unblinking eye

At the wings
Of a bat

And the black
Of a cat

And things
Even darker

Much darker
Than that

And wherever
you go

your shadow
goes too

So I’d stay
Out of sight

Before it comes
After you