The Witch of Deforest Road

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