I can make my large form invisible
Through stealth, cunning and a touch of magic
Which lets me hear your complaints, risible
About your winter suffering, "tragic"
My brethren and I have no source of heat
Save what raw, untamed nature can provide
Your knowledge and tools simply can’t be beat
But from a moment’s discomfort, you hide!
To eat, we yetis must gather and hunt
You press buttons, and it is delivered;
Of winter's cold wrath, we absorb the brunt
Most of you have never even shivered!
Before you complain about the winter
Think of the yeti, hunting dinner
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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