I’m a witch, and I have receipts.
But I’ll let you be the judge of that.
Tell me what this means.
I felt neglected by a handful of friends,
as they didn’t reply to my texts.
I compiled a list of their names in my mind,
and shortly after, they dropped dead.
No—just kidding, of course.
That’s not how it all went down.
I aspire to be a good witch, after all;
no need for you to frown.
It was actually quite straightforward.
I made a plan to cold-call these pals on my day off,
just to see who would pick up their phones
and who would not.
Before I had the chance,
I took a glance at my device.
And despite distant cities and countries,
all three of them replied.
I know, I know.
If you’re level-headed,
there will be a psychological explanation,
or perhaps you’ll call it fate at best.
Three people in twenty-four hours, though?
Come on—use your imagination.
But as I said, I’ll let you be the judge.
Is this witchy or not?