Deanna Swain
Abracadabra
The dangerous wind blows cool snake hisses
As I pour out essential whispers
Lonely shadows can hear
A family of bats lick the shine
From the golden place held within time
Only life can taste
A number of toads hop at my toes
I kick them away with the secrets I know
Lonely I can tell
The sorry old bats are sick of licking
So fiercely they dive at the pot I am fixing
Only I can stir
Quickly I grab my broom from down under
And shoo then away from this palace of wonder
Lonely I can dwell
My spoon makes a circling motion
As I stare at this hot bubbly potion
Only I can brew