They say a witch lives in the trailer
At the far end of the old gravel road
We park our bikes across the street
And dare each other to inch closer
We aren’t scared, but we still wait
For some else to make the first move
An army of cats wanders the yard
Between the weeds and tall grass
While a lazy mutt dozes underneath
A rusted pickup parked in the driveway
From an open window, we hear the sound
Of a sad sort of song playing on the radio
Which is how we all learned that witches
Love listening to country and western music
