Don't eat the windy mushroom

Wind and rain
howl about
bringing whispers
of days to come.

Which witches will
snitch your stitches
and leave you
in the cold?

Oh my! A black
cat, clawing his
way up my back.
Ow.

A cauldron! It bubbles
with eye of newt
and spleen of rat.
Yummy!

Man, that's the
last time I eat
a mushroom
the winds bring me.