Good witch

On that outskirt road, away from the city.
There lives a boy, a boy with her kitty.

In the middle of the town, near the main road
That women has a house, whom everyone knows.

Everyone knows that she never talks
And if they will try she'll get frown
They call her a witch whenever she wear gown,
her eccentric behaviour has become talk of the town.

Every night, when people sleep.
She wears a magic cloak, and walk through the street.

Noone can see her, atleast this is what she thinks.
When she covers a long road in just a blink.

Magic is her cloak, she can fly in that.
She turns into a Crone, and take out her rat.

That day that boy saw it all,
He saw her fly, he saw her fall.

In the morning when she reached her place,
The town already knew her magic spells.

They threw her out of her own town,
Realising his mistake the boy broke down.

Then the witch came again and handed him her rat,
"What will I do with it? I already have a cat."

She wiped his tears and took him in her arms,
"I couldn't fight for myself,
But I'll make sure you don't suffer without doing any harm."