Abominable Snowman

In the snowy mountain range of Titarius,

Where the people are gregarious,

And the creatures are all arctic white,

And the moon flowers shine their brightest lights.

Where creatures built like men with fur,

Roam the ranges in search of where their people were.

They all stand tall and very large.

They walk the brush with a vicious charge.

They wrestle polar bears for fun,

And hideaway when there is sun.

And since they roam in the darkest hours,

Children think they have magical powers,

Because logic does not seem to support,

A man with fur, so large and about.

The dream weaver must be weaving tales,

Like of children living inside of whales.

But when the children come awake,

When the moon flowers sleep and the dawn starts to break,

And sleep is wiped from sleepy eyes,

Large footprints remain to all’s surprise.

The legend of the men with fur,

That no one seems to fully remember,

Grows stronger through the stories in time,

While men with fur continue to climb.