Ed. Bigfoot in Bigfoot – written in Long Meter, and a meter is made up of feet, hence Bigfoot in Big Foot.
You wander lonely in the wood
So distant from the beaten path,
Your wiles stay misunderstood
In hopes to not incur your wrath.
Your stature, tall, you reign from high
Atop the northern mountainside,
Your feet a feat that mystifies
And treads our past within each stride.
A cryptid, nay you are much more
Than sasquatch, ape, or grizzly bear,
Your visage, rare, we can’t ignore
Nor touch your golden locks of hair.
No model here or foreign far
Can match your photographs or mind,
Your elegance is right on par
With kings and queens and masterminds.
Yet you elude us, gentle beast,
With games of shadow and of chase,
From north, to south, to west, to east,
You walk alone yet with such grace.
And so, Bigfoot, my gentle friend,
From woodsy plains to mountainside,
I’ll follow you to oceans’ end,
Through thick and thin you’ll be my guide.
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Wendy Fernandez 