Saturday for a spell

Not quite midnight
I feel secure and
sure that the
witches won’t get me

I locked my door tight
bolted the windows
put out the light and
hid under the bed

she said
I’m overreacting
and feels that with her
the odds are stacked in
my favour,

try telling that to a crazy old witch as
she roars up on a broomstick

but she kisses me quick
because my hat tells

I feel because she makes me feel and
that sets the seal on our relationship,

I’ll still be glad when it’s morning though
when the witches go and I can come out
of hiding.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.