What Was That
what had he glimpsed? A hairy black gorilla?
He was mesmerized as he stared into the forest.
It had moved as gracefully as a ballerina, but with longer strides.
What is it? His hunting partner asked.
He shook his head. I don’t know, he lied, knowing it was a Yeti.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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