Pink Witches

A gang of pink witches
Appeared above us.
Flying in on broomsticks
Twig tails sailing behind.
Heads pointing down
Hat tips facing up.

Their purple boots landed
Stamping their presence
Wildly onto the ground.

Those clunky crimson ballerinas
Formed a bright magenta circle
Whispering secret enchantments
In loops through the air
Poking fun at our surprise.