This a random scribble I did this morning.
Frankenstein of the Forest
The Legend. No myth nor folklore
'Bigfoot' tiptoes through the forest
brown coarseness of hair
rugged, a gigantic frame,
momentarily merging within the trees
Once seen, cannot be unseen -
half man - half beast,
a hideous menacing vision,
the expressions of horror
on unsuspecting faces -
even from a distance.
Always dodging, running boundless
just like the fox, or anything hunted,
One step ahead of the chase...
To be itself, comfortable in his skin
eludes him.
Inside, his silent world
of cries unheard,
yearning to be accepted,
even the lone wolf slowly backs away
as he reaches out his hairy hand
only to be rejected.
A friendly gesture, to embrace,
in sadness he runs away
trying to escape the rat-race.
This wretched Yeti, forced into hiding,
a pitiful prison, so solitary confining...
yet, he roams this man's land -
no place for beasts
Frankenstein of the forest,
leaving only traces, of enlarged feet.