Easter Sunday

“Easter. The only time it’s okay to put all of your eggs in one basket!” Author Unknown

After all them painted eggs and painted faces

The littlest of the witches ever so nervously paces

Since soon, out the there, into the wide unknown world

She needs to go, fly, like a small bird

Why?

Simply, and just because

For, at least now, there will be a pause

When the celebration of Easter time

Will soon enough, be over – fine

Until next year then

When she a little more time can spend

With us mere mortals

On this other side, of the portal