It came from deep
In the Florida swamp
Draped in unknown covering
The gray of southern moss
Its hair was said
Long and scraggly
The deep green of cypress trees
Moving through the fetid water
Tall cutting saw grass
Brushed tops of its knees

Some say they have seen
The elusive giant creature
On warm tropical nights
Striding slowly into watery woods
Cautiously
Golden eyes shining bright

Frightened hunters
Upon encountering the huge shadow
Run in panic
Left and right
Shivering with fear and terror
Told exaggerated stories of pursuit and flight

Now and then on an orange moon
His massive foot prints can be seen
So of course the tales grow
Of the moss covered monster
That lives in the world of black water
With gleaming eyes of gold


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