Bigfoot Mountain

You stand up to ten feet tall To you, all of us are small When we get out to see you, we give you a call We knock away on the trees Hoping these familiar sounds will lure you with ease Do you live alone? Are you lonely out there? Do you stay away from us from fear? From my hands, no harm will come to you But you have no way to know that it’s true  You are a creature of legend and mystery  Somehow we must learn all your history  You are covered head to toe in hair I always take a breath before going to find you Then I know I’ll show no fear  You are always ahead of the game You don’t deserve to be captured and tamed To me you are elusive and beautiful  And you are trapped watching us looking for you, with all our gadgets and tools Sometimes we think we hear you knocking to us, but we can’t be sure It could be like a mermaid luring the ships to crash on the shore  Your prints are all around  We cast these prints just in case But other than that, there is no trace

I have always enjoyed my time in the great outdoors, whether I am at a beach, the dog park or Squatching. You couldn’t coerce me back in the house. In the summer months I’m literally outdoors from dawn till dusk, but lately I’ve noticed that all these outdoor activities are starting to become hazardous to my health.              Chris Farley in Black Sheep I’m used to the constant Chris Farley type trips I do daily, sometimes, most times, it’s usually in a public forum. The grocery store while the floor was wet, Maggie’s doggy day care in front of the owner and when I was teaching a million times tripping over the kids in front of everyone and on film too! I was used to it. I never bothered to  jump up to see if anyone was looking, because I knew they were. Sure it’s funny now, or even then, but this last year I’m doing the same maneuvers but I’m actually starting to feel these falls. Things are starting to get real here. After talking to some friends and colleagues who are also out

I can’t think of a better way, to start off the day  Just sitting side by side, my Yeti and I We could chat or just stare Look out at the sunrise, or for a bear My friend and I wouldn’t need words And the language he speaks, has never been heard I’m not worried about what we’d have in common  I’m happy just being in his presence, it’s what I’ve always been longing  I could maybe pet his fur while he sighed I may pinch myself to see if I’m alive I’m not going to stay long, or wear out my welcome  I think sitting here like this, is something he does seldom So thank you for your peace, my white warrior beast Recalling this moment is how I’ll end this day I can’t believe it started out this way Off to slumber now, I can feel it pulling me down  I’ll be waiting right here, if you ever decide to come back around Art by Yalanrei Copyright © December 2018, property of Bigfootmountain, all rights reserved