She’s the witch of the night / Poem by Hava Shacham

 
Poem by Hava Shacham
 
 
She’s the witch of the night.
 
Observing
Through the window of the glass
In her room
There is no delicate ballet dancer
Neither is Santa Claus
Sitting on a reindeer sled.
 
 
Sometimes she turns the crystal ball
And sprinkles white flakes
On the dancer’s shoulders
But in the window
There are electric shutters
Who lock up the night
And she feels like a witch,
Without a crystal ball.

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