Unless, perchance, he doesn't exist.
He walks like a man and has hair on his face,
And rumors persist
That in forests and caves where no one goes,
Or high in the Himalayan snows,
He may still be living. Nobody knows.
If you meet him and ask him,
"Are you a Yeti?"
All he can say is, "Maybe."
[Pictures: Yeti stamp from a series with traditional depictions of yetis, from Bhutan, 1966;
Yeti stamp from a series illustrating folk tales, from Bhutan, 1996; (Images from pibburns).]
Poem from A Child’s Bestiary by John Gardner, 1977.