Night set in darken
still raining like dog and cat
washing all my hope.
Strange howlings like beast's
coming deeply from the woods
some hunter's echo.
No one found footprints
strangely disappeared with trail
over my dead body.
I will wait and watch
into the woods and vast field
I'll be the Bigfoot.
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