Bigfoot And His Buddies Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Since twenty-eleven, in this frozen land,
I've walked these woods, with no monster at hand.
They talk of Bigfoot, tall and furry,
And Dogman too, in a shadowy hurry.

Mothman with eyes of fiery red,
Flies through the tales, inside my head.
The Jersey Devil, hooves and wings,
Whispers stories the cold wind brings.

And Wendigo, a winter's dread,
With hunger deep, the legends said.
Chupacabra, a fearsome sight,
Stealing livestock during the night.

From coast to coast, these creatures roam,
In whispered words, they find their home.
But here in Minnesota, clear and bright,
No monster's shadow has dimmed my light.

I guess I'm lucky, it seems to be,
These wilder beasts, they haven't found me.
I walk and breathe the crisp, cool air,
And haven't seen a single scare.

The only Bigfoot I so far have seen,
I'm glad I can call him a good friend of mine.
North east in a country
Where midnight sun shine,
Singing beautiful songs, both live ad onine.