Cackle And Crackle

• Matilda Myers, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2016

In the stormy night they cackle
While the cauldron burns and crackles.
They stir and plot their next victim
They plan to somewhat trick him.

Right before dawn they awake,
They felt, a big big quake,
They knew it was time for them to flee
They jumped with joy, finally they were free

As they soar high and low, the wind, in their ears
They look back on the past, and all their years
After a while they begin to tire
And settle down next to the cosy fire.