Crypto-Beasts of West Virginia
Around twilight driving home from the casino
we both saw it;
it was silhouetted as it crossed the full moon.
legend has it that the Moth Man has retired,
perhaps he flew too near
to a street lamp and singed his wings?
That night while still driving
we saw the fabled Goony bird.
The Cherokee call it the Thunder Bird,
but I thought it was a pterodactyl.
Later, at the hotel our Beagle
kept running to the window and barking.
It was dark and the town lights were across the river.
We could see little, but both sensed
large leathery wings circling above us.
Maybe that night it settled on the hotel roof,
The Moth Man who cannot now fly
maybe took the elevator
and joined the great winged beast there.
I wonder if they discussed we strange crypto beasts
as we lay dreaming of yeti’s and zombies
playing the slots?
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