Nessie
A lonely plesiosaur
People ask do I exist
As in the depths I hide
Yet the tales persist
That through the shadows I glide
I am searched for by sonar sets
A thousand cameras look for me
I’m the myth they can’t forget
A legend they hope to see
It is said a long neck I got
So I can chase my prey
For me proof is sought
To back up what they say
Many insist that they have seen me
With photos that entertain
You cannot believe everything you see
They dream of endless fame
Bring your camera if you come
to document the facts you know
If you glimpse me in the sun
A picture you’ll proudly show
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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