Jill Stockinger
THE LONESOME WITCH
There is no magic
in this world
stronger than my own,
but sadly, it’s not
strong enough
to make the world
love me.
I’ll turn
into a wood thrush,
and I’ll go
winging through
the world,
calling, “Love me,
love me, love me.”
And so she did,
until one fine day,
a hunter in the woods
lifted his small pellet gun
and shot her
for making
too much noise.