The Witch

We honestly saw a witch today

When we were together, out at play.

We were just walking,talking,chattering away,

And she strolled right by us with not a word to say.

We turned to each other in big surprise,

We honestly couldn't believe our eyes.

Was it a witch? How could this be?

In amongst the lakes and trees.

She didn't have a broomstick or a cat,

But she did have a pointy,big,black hat.

And a cloak that billowed around,

It was so long it touched the ground.

We turned to gaze after her,as she strode along,

We still couldn't believe it,it felt very wrong.

Witches shouldnt be out in the middle of the day

And certainly not where little children play.

No,they belong in the dark of the night,

Where they fly through the air and cause terrible fright.

They,come out when the stars fill the skies

And terrible creatures skulk round in disguise.

We called out "Hello"

But the witch didn't stop.

She carried on walking

And her pace didn't drop.

Where was she going,on this bright sunny day

We truly didn't have many words to say.

So we simply stood as still as stone,

And watched as she strode off alone.

When she had disappeared from view

we stared at each other unsure what to say or do.

"That was a witch" I whispered in awe

"Are you sure?" whispered back a scared little boy.

"Yes" I said "Did you not see her hat!"

"Yes" he replied "But where was her cat?"

I did not know where her cat was, or even her broom

Perhaps she had left them locked up, in her dark spookity room

And where was her room?

We looked all around

And then we found it

Above the trees and the ground

A tower with a turret in a old ruined Abbey.

The perfect hideout for a witch and her scallies.

Although the day was bright and sunny

The sight of the witch had made our tummies feel funny.

We decided to go back to the car

And drive away fast and very far.

Back, to our, safe little home

Where you can be sure, no witches roam.

We took a photo of what we saw that day.

Below is the evidence of when a witch walked our way.

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