She is a witch, but not of western flair ;
Traveler in a bubble,
Hint of gum about the hair .

Moonlight anima seers with the fullmoon ;
Football Venns with all life forms :
No animals on the spoon .

Uncork the laughter and her nose will twitch ;
Darkness clears the four corners :
A relic, not a vestige .

Calmness of craft lies in the eye of storm .
Modernity feels a draft—
For her :   Notus is the norm .