Witch Dance

I came one night to a cyclist only campground not half a mile from the old Bynum mounds, where those who came along before us pale faced interlopers buried their dead. It was thought that in earlier times witches came to these woods to dance by the light of the moon and stars, and where their feet touched the earth, no grass would ever grow. It being a goodly and full moon out I did what any god-fearing Christian boy would do on a dark night surrounded by burial mounds at the site of a black and ancient sabbath: I found a patch of dirt where no grass grew, stripped naked and danced till I could dance no more.