Every year I think I won't enter,
unless inspiration strikes.
And every year it does.
So without further ado, my 2018 Halloweensie entry -
A Wormy Situation
Always wanted to be a witch
But I’m a worm.
Witches fly on broomsticks.
I fly off them.
Witches have black cats.
I have a black ant.
Guess I can’t be a witch.
Unless I can cast a spell…
On Halloween noon (I’m not nocturnal)
I make the loooong journey up my cauldron
And into my rotten stew.
Witches stir with their broomsticks
I can’t do that.
I shiver, squirm, and munch delicious over-ripe ingredients.
My ant howls at the rising moon
as I finish my spell.
I always knew I was a composting witch
Being a worm and all.
I write about, with, for, and around kids all day. (Well, maybe I do the dishes too. Sometimes.)