Bigfoot of the Forest

Deep in the woods, where whispers hide

Secrets of the giants, no need to ask why

Footprints in the mud, giant and wide

Sasquatch in the shadows, where he likes to hide

Long hair flowing, through the trees he moves

A smell in the breeze, only hunters approve

Silent and unseen, he's a mystery's clue

Just a glimpse, a fleeting shadow, in the morning dew

Hear the tree knocks echoing through the night

Howls in the dark, giving quite a fright

People say they see him, then he's gone from sight

Bigfoot’s lurking in the shadows till morning light

Bigfoot, hiding in the trees

Giant footprints, carried by the breeze

Call him Sasquatch, or just a ghost

In the woods, the legend lives the most

Once in a while, your eyes might see

A fleeting glimpse of the mystery

He’s the forest’s silent guardian

In every whisper, he's still standing

So if you hear the knocks or smell the air

Know that Bigfoot is lurking somewhere there

In the forest deep, where secrets keep

He’s the legend that the woods keep