Yeti (the early years: before 1972)
When snow and wind skirt the peaks
and leaves have found the ground,
the lower lands speak of the menace,
the nightmare yet unfound.
They creep around the fireside
closer as the embers die
and scream, chant, and cry
until the sun can find the sky.
Then they seek the haunted crags
but the wary mortal comes
to find a quiet repose and
fear what isn’t man;
yet not beast, most people say,
this demon from some far away
forgotten place that causes mind
to drift away from the cast of time.
So, bar the windows, bolt the door,
clutch your covers tight,
when the food is not up high
the Yeti comes at night.