The Witch’s Cottage

The clock struck one
and the mouse came down
and went to the witch’s cottage.

Scurrying about, it
circled around two
lovers in the witch’s cottage.

Past two portraits
of wizards unknown
hung up in the witch’s cottage.

Up the stairs: crickety creak;
down some cracks: ticket-a-tee,
cluttering the witch’s cottage.

The clock struck twelve
and time moved back with
a cackle in the witch’s cottage.

The mouse stopped short
squeaking aloud, bleeding away
slowly in the witch’s cottage.

Two short screams.
Silence abound, broken with
a cackle in the witch’s cottage.

A green light shown,
smoke filled round,
engulfing the witch’s cottage.

Disclaimer: The image belongs to AngiWallace not me! 😀