And she said "girl, you must protect yourself"

"she's not that pretty, and stinks
oh how she stinks
and wails, and whimpers day after
day
sleepless nights and weary dawns"
and that's how it went
the words in the wind
so no hungry witch
starving for cherubin children
would approach the rocking
cradle
"do not count your blessings
keep them close to the heart
at the flip of the wings of
the butterflies"
and she grew
and witches still flutter
hovering at bay
and
she hugs you tight and light
kisses you deep and depthless

behind closed shutters

and the witches look next
door
for in the wind
all that they hear
is how the threads of her hair hurt
with the passing breeze
and none of them wants any
of that.