Bigfoot

In a misty wood where shadows play,
There stands a giant in my way,
Do my eyes deceive,
Or is it a creature I don’t believe,

Standing in front of me a gargantuan Bigfoot,
Foraging for his meal sneakily and barefoot,
With footsteps soft and true he gave a curious glance,
Which left me in a trance,

Legends roam the trees,
Navigating the terrain with ease,
A myth, wild and free,
Bigfoots a part of the mystery…

Kevin Schroeder