I Wish I Were A Witch

A sorceress of legend

I wish I was a witch a sorceress of Arthurian legend walking in the mists of Avalon

wandering in the forest with a crow upon my shoulder and my cat at my feet

at night I walk outside and gaze upon the moon and dream of magical deeds

I hear an owl in the meadow hoot-hooting its message in the night and it soothes my troubled soul

lifting my walking stick and pointing it at the moon I close my eyes and make my wish

the voice of the wolf calls to me and I follow it into the misted woods

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