Rlocks
Nall 
it's crow,
trapped in the circle,
and the witch feels good about this;
they've thought of everything.
except, all it takes,
a flicker of a candle,
the witch's shadow
slipping into the circle,
and crow is gone.
gosh, look at the shadow:
squirming, changing,
arms spread into wings,
face drawn into a beak;
now, under their feet,
the silhouette of a huge bird--
and then, quiet.
no feathers. no caws.
just a nice, shadowy reminder
of what's to come~ 🐦⬛