There's nothing more startling
Than a pair of big red eyes
Peeking in your bedroom window
Can make a grownup cry
Even what is more startling
From ground to sill is nine foot
There are no ladders out there
What you see is a Bigfoot
It stares at you most intently
Its curiosity makes it stare
Those red eyes are surrounded
By long and stringy dirty hair
With nose pressed to the glass
It lets off a subtle whoop
Followed by a very shrill whistle
Calling its hidden family group
The window is full of eyes
Bright red, glowing in the night
All watching, taking it in
Illuminated by the bright moonlight
One moment they are there
The next and they are gone
Looking out the bedroom window
You watch them cross the lawn
On the ledge, you put an apple
Maybe a marshmallow or two
Hoping that during the night
Bigfoot will again visit you