On hovering besom high in the sky,
with cloak and with hat, see her silhouette fly!
A familiar black cat perched on the handle,
ears all a-twitch, long tail a-dandle,
watches the stars, each bright as a candle.
Mewling spells to the moon, he fills us with fear.
So, remember, children, it's best you steer clear
of fast flying broomsticks once Halloween's here!
For IGWRT. One from my archives of two years ago. Time flies, as well as witches!