raven, Raven

The raven perched
On the witch's shoulder
He croaked and cackled
The witch ordered him quiet

The raven shifted his little feet
Cackled determinedly in staccato
And the witch tumbled clumsily forward
In a disgraceful loop
her feet to where her head had been

Now she perches on the ravens shoulder

The raven looks about
Burdened but obviously smug
Excitement shining through beady eyes
And cackles commands

And the witch squeals and cackles loudly
Her hands clapping feverishly
Her eyes bright and unintelligent
Echoing a mad eager loyalty

She had indeed learnt well
From her loyal eager raven