A Witch With A Hawk On Her Hat
He sat reading a tale on that Valentine’s Eve, When there came a tap, tap on the door. Who could it be? He stood up to see, and Lo and behold, imagine that— A witch with a hawk on her hat! The bird clung to the brim while she swiped at a tear, “Sir, may I come in from the cold?” His heart bled as she cried, So he led her inside, Not a worry of spells or black magick. She settled herself on the rug by the fire, Crackle! Po...
