Snow Globes and Sasquatches

a pale, yellow sun is in the sky today

double-wrapped scarves and watering eyes

squint against the winter light-

light clear as crystal and sharp as golden nails

forced to look down, bent against the wind

noticing large, indented footsteps on the sidewalk

passed by so many times and never noticed them before

in between the goth/punk clothing stores and the comic shop

large steps, too long a stride to be human

and on a day such as today

when only soft eyelids and noses are peeking out

the footsteps could only mean one thing

Bigfoot is loose on the frigid streets of the city

he is stomping massive feet into the concrete

but moving quickly for such a large thing

to get out of sight before being seen

it was only a matter of time, really

before Bigfoot showed up

it's snow globe cold out here

there's just enough room left

for a lonely Sasquatch to press his mits

against the glass

before the city gets turned upside down with flurries