Yet I think I met a Yeti

We had crossed the upper snow line,

And left it far behind.

To see the Yeti, a fond hope of mine,

Was at the back of my mind.

The mountainside was steep and cold,

My hands were feeling rubbery.

There was hardly any crag to hold,

The climb was very slippery.

Suddenly I saw something very queer,

Large footprints in the snow.

And saw as I went some more near

Small footprints were in tow!

Large feet in front, small feet behind,

Almost like a reverse kangaroo.

Another thought jumped into my mind

Was it one or were there two?

I looked for it everywhere around,

Up and down and all about.

I thought it might be behind a mound,

And felt I should check it out.

When I neared the snowy outcrop,

I noticed a smell almost like a goat.

Then I climbed over the mound top,

And saw it came from an old fur coat.

As I saw more my heart beat faster,

That she was not all alone.

In her lap was her li’l young master,

A small kid, her little clone!

To see a Yeti, many climbers dub

As their lifetime’s pinnacle.

But to see a Yeti and her little cub

Was nothing but a miracle!

I stood still, my heart quickly beating,

Snowing had now increased.

The magical moment was fast fleeting,

As visibility became decreased.

I heard a loud growl behind my head,

And turned around to see,

The father, eyes glowering bright red.

It was time for me to flee.

Shouting, jumping and scared I fled,

Waking up in the dark night.

Found myself safe in my warm bed,

Woken up early by my fright.

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