I'M Still Afraid
I took off work early and drove on home that day
The wife and kids were out and about I guess
I laid back on the sofa and found some music to play
I wanted a beer to finish the day, I had some Guinness
So I got to go to the fridge and turned the corner
What was at my window, watching me, those eyes
Big and gray, all hairy and tall? It was pure horror
I stared for a second or two, I almost died!
I was only able to walk backwards, not turn around
I made it to the sofa, sat down and stared straight ahead
My mind locked up, I couldn't move or hear a sound
That was a Bigfoot, nine foot tall I figured, am I dead?
Is he going to come in? I didn't know what to do, I waited
A half hour or so went by before I could move
So I looked around the corner and it had vacated
I wish I had owned a gun then, a big one too
I did go outside and found a lot of foot prints
The spring snow in Anchorage was 4 inches high
I tried to make castings, but that was the pits
Nothing came out, so I just went inside
When my wife came home, I gave her a hug
She asked if I was hungry, I said "no, not me"
I colored with my kids, there on the rug
I never even told her, too afraid you see
Copyright © Mitch White | Year Posted 2010
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