Clocking Off by Lesley Moss

Illustration © 2016 Sarah McIntyre

At midnight she taps on the window,
Summons me and I must go
Out for a ride on her broomstick,
Into the darkness and snow.

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I’d rather stay here in the kitchen,
Eating my sardines and cream.
I don’t want to go broomstick riding,
I’d like to just curl up and dream...
 
I've practised her potions and spellwork,
And commuting this way makes me vexed -
Flying’s for birds, for a cat it’s absurd,
So - that witch has just got herself Hexed.

Illustration © Sarah McIntyre
Poem © Lesley Moss

Illustration © 2016 Sarah McIntyre