I like walking with my friend at night,
He likes it cold and I not-bright.
Today it’s snowing, can’t see a thing.
It’s pretty nice, the wind makes me swing.
We walk for a while, while he’s busy sniffing.
He thinks the scents interesting and spiffing.
I yawn a bit, it’s been a long day,
What I really want is just hit the hay.
I glance around while my friend is busy,
When I look to the west, I get dizzy.
Across the snowy fields, I see a shape,
Like a man with a hunch back or a brawny ape.
It’s far away, yet it reaches the sky,
The tallest pines don’t reach its thigh.
I can’t see its head, it’s immense,
If it fell, I’d be past tense.
The snow storms swirl around it like flies.
It makes a new one as one wanes and dies.
It just breathes and the storm clouds come,
Staring chills me and I go numb.
It doesn’t see me, I’m too small,
Smaller than a tiny mouse baby’s rag doll.
With its pinky it could crush our house,
I matter less than tick or a louse.
It moves to the west like a glacial mass,
The snowstorm thickens as it starts to pass.
Its giant feet don’t disturb the trees,
The only thing they feel is the freezing breeze.
You can’t see its tracks on the snow,
I wouldn’t find any if I searched high and low.
It makes a sound that shakes my bones,
The loudest and deepest of earthen groans.
There’s a reply and I see its kin,
Their penetrating talk pierces my chin.
They walk further and the groans die out,
I hope there isn’t a town on their route.
A bark and yank wakes me from my trance.
My friend is normal with his sniffing dance.
I guess he didn’t see what I saw,
Or sees them every day and is not in awe.