MUIRHEAD`S MYSTERIES: The cryptid - a poem

THE CRYPTID

Alone it crawls amidst the streams,

the item of every explorers dreams,

small and furtive,

sleek and white,

or brown and timid,

put to flight;

by a careless cough,

an unsteady treAd,

the camera drops, the cryptozoologist`s dread,

the find of the century just disappeared,

down a small hole, how very weird!

Copyright Richard  Muirhead  8-1-19