She told me she’d been a witch in a former life.
I had no quarrel with that but I doubted it.
We got involved and all was grand.
She began dressing in all black clothes
And bought herbs and began casting spells.
I had no quarrel with that and liked the herbs
And was grateful she didn’t wear a pointed black hat.
She adopted a black cat she called her familiar.
I had no quarrel with that and liked the cat.
One day a road raged driver shot me in the arm.
She said he seriously will pay for that and to
Forget about the often unjust courts of law.
Because the shooter was the son of a rich man.
She had a point but I was determined to see
Justice done to the man who nearly killed me.
She said I put a spell on him; this will never go to court.
I didn’t believe her but had no quarrel with her intent.
A day later the son of a rich man shooter,
A young man with good health died of a massive heart attack.
I had no quarrel with that because I think it was only a coincidence.
But ….
Bob Boyd
