Big Foot
Big Foot
has put
A print
and dent
On ground
Around
So big
You dig
For me
To see
I traced
and chased
His pace
My place
I took
A look
To find
Behind
His track
My back
I ran
through sand
I slip
His grip
I fell
In well
Get out
I shout
He grab
My slab
Drop down
On ground
His foot
I put
In trap
Ahhhh crap
Made me
Set free
Turn loose
From noose
Can run
In sun
This child
be wild
I seem
To dream
Awake
I shake
My head
In bed
To find
My mind
Ran wild
I smile
Just dream
I scream
This thrill
Not real
Thank God
I sob.
Penned: 4/28/2015
Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015
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