Cryptid

Cryptid

A Poem by Paul Shannon

A grandiose mythological hominid
Who stands at pointed-eared attention?
Who rocks the sleeping baby's cradle
When the term "cryptid" is mentioned?

The experts may have tracked its movement
Its dreadful slumbers in hibernation
A nocturnal presence, a psychic omniscience
Witness account, or just hallucination?

Who bites the frost of the northern wind?
Who prefers biomes of isolation?
An ancient longevity, but what could it be?
A symbol of good will and joy to me
He left me a partridge in a pear tree





© 2019 Paul Shannon


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Sounds like you're talking about Bigfoot? The partridge he left is called gifting. Sasquatch have been known to leave behind pieces of food or other items, for people to find. And sometimes humans will place a gift of fruit or other eatable in the woods for the cryptid.

Posted 2 Years Ago


A most unusual poem with an unexpected gift at the end. A partridge in a pear tree and that sounds good to me. Reminds me of Christmas.

Chris

Posted 3 Years Ago


Paul Shannon

3 Years Ago

Thank you :)
It's a great poem. Kudos. For srs. It is like nothing else that I have read here. You make words sing in a way that most poets do not!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Paul Shannon

4 Years Ago

Wow, thank you very much !!
Wow, I love the darkness of this. It’s alluring and dangerous with a twist. Very well written. Kudos.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Paul Shannon

4 Years Ago

I'm glad you enjoyed it !
I got real invested n was like ermigerd yes cryptid poetry full of wonder and adventure lets go find something in the woods- wait... OH... plot twist

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on July 30, 2017
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Paul Shannon
Paul Shannon

Newfield, NJ



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