The witches wear their pointed hats, <br />The witches croak and croon, <br />The witches ride their broomsticks, <br />Away beyond the moon. <br /> <br />The witches wear their flowing cloaks, <br />The witches stir their brew. <br />The witches chant their magic spells, <br />All the dark hours through. <br /> <br />The witches stroke their big black cats, <br />They comb their locks of gray, <br />Yet when the first faint daylight comes. <br />The witches hide away.<br /><br />Pam Fraser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/halloween-witch/
