yeti, in the wild.

—

just before i left for my trip

one daughter and her family

were moving from one house to another

waiting for a closing date

so

i turned over my tiny cottage to

one daughter

one son in law

two grandies

two in-laws

two cats

and

two hives of bees.

—

 i

then

moved

into

another

daughter’s apartment

with

one daughter

 two grandies

and 

glen frey the cat not the rock star

as he was afraid of

other cats and people and bees.

and

besides

there was

no way

my cottage could hold

any more people or other creatures.  

—

my third daughter

stayed put

in her usual home

with 

one son-in-law

two grandies

and

one giant cat. 

—

while staying at my daughter’s 

glen frey jumped through her screen one day

and took off into the woods

we tried and tried to get him to return

but he just ran deeper into the trees

we called him, looked for him

we left out food and water

and finally one day 

he began to emerge

for breakfast and dinner

and

quickly left again

without as much as a nod 

before speeding off

into the wild once more.

—

 upon my return

it was time to try to capture 

the elusive woodland cat

who’d been living as a yeti

camouflaged

elusive 

wild

deep in the trees

and my mission was to

bring him home once more. 

we staked him out

during his most popular 

evening feeding time

and sure enough

he showed up

but

as i approached him 

he seemed to recognize me

yet 

he ran back into the woods

always staying just beyond my reach

then

i saw him peeking out at me

and

he slowly returned

he must have remembered

and as i 

offered him my hand

he began to purr

 turned his back

i grabbed him 

 he yelled 

it took two of us to wrestle him

 we wrapped him in a blanket

 put him in the giant cat/yeti carrier

and

i carried him off for home

with him yelling all the way

it felt like i had kidnapped

a reluctant member of  bigfoot’s cult

and

he was not happy to say the least.

he stayed up all night yelling

 yet

in the morning

he was resting 

and

he’d found his spot at home once more.

—

i’ll never know

about his yeti days

and his time on the lam

spent with woodland creatures

and

wild adventures

of all kinds.

he’ll probably never tell.

glen frey, in his home again.

—

(along with the rest of the family, the other cats,

and the bees, all in their homes again)

—

“there is precious little in civilization to appeal to a yeti.”
– sir edmund hillary