Where do you come from?
I know where you roam,
Where ever you are is
Where you call home.

I've heard your terrifying
Screeches in the dark of night.

Waking me from my slumber
With your haunting and wailing cries.

I've been looking for you
By day and by night.

By sun, by moon, the rain
And mist of gloom.

I've looked in the forests,
The marshes and swamps.

I will not give up my journey
Or my anguishing quest.

The day will come when
I will find you...
BIGFOOT!
Copyright©gerryebert2004

nice poem Gerry thanks for sharing

lol...ace poem.

Thank you doomgirl and workmonkey. I'm glad you enjoyed it.