A good mystery

We are challenged today 'to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky.' I know exactly what I am going to write about!

Sleight of hand

We watched 

as closely as we could,

but could not see

His dexterity

manipulated minds

His adroitness 

left us wondering:

How could fingers

be so nimble?

How could hands

and mouths

and tables

deceive us so?

Smoke and mirrors

could never be so deft

There is only one reason left:

Magic