Where All Her Magic Gathers
The Witch's Study
Items have a tendency
To float in here
Residual magic lingers
Wherever she neglectfully
Drops it in sprinklings
Here and there
Sometimes
The cats' fur stands on end
And the poor creatures lick in vain
Trying to make it lie flat again
This magical place
Is the witch's study
Where she practises her craft
Brews her potions
And casts her spells
And it's not that she's
A terribly inept witch
Dropping her magic everywhere
She's just the tiniest bit
Haphazard
And perhaps a good deal more
Overcreative
It could be said
That she applies her magic
Too liberally
Until it overflows
Onto her worktop
Causing empty potion vials
And spellbooks
And sometimes
A cat crying out in alarm
To levitate
Always she laughs at whichever item
Floats serenely and innocuously
Above the table
And a tiny tinkling bell sound
In the corner
Means her fairy laughs along, too
But even the winged, tiny creature
Keeps her distance
Watching the goings-on from afar
Because even she has fallen victim
To the rampant magic
That the overzealous young witch
Overproduced in days past
But curious cats
May never learn
And the fairy
Doubles over in tinkling laughter
As a particularly frazzled-looking cat
Floats passed growling crossly
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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