I decided to concoct a drink for the resident Mothman
of my mysterious and eerie city of Erie Pennsylvania
where cryptids of every persuasion have taken up residence.
And after about three laborious months
in my hidden, underground laboratory,
experimenting with many failed drinks,
that Mothman tried and spit out or regurgitated,
I finally found the right Mothman Approved drink:
Mothman Soda made with flower nectar, honey,
sugar, and flower grains. Cheers, Mothman!
Bob Boyd
In case you’re brave or fool enough
to roam through the forests of Michigan
where Dogmen are said to breed like rabbits
and danger lurks behind every fir tree,
be sure to bring some Dogman Spray™ with you.
And not to get commercial, but I sell it,
$29.99 a can (plus tax and shipping fees).
Call 1-800-DOG-MANS and get yours today.
Bob Boyd
Supposedly there have been Dogman
sightings all over the U S of A.
But they favor three states:
Ohio, Michigan, and Wisconsin.
They’re bipedal. Up to 8 feet tall.
Muscular like a linebacker.
Dog-like heads with high pointed ears.
Sometimes they prowl in corn fields,
maybe corn is a staple for them.
And if you’re ever in any of their haunts,
be sure to bring some dog food,
like Kibbles ‘n Bits,
in case you encounter one and
want to get on its good side.
Bob Boyd
In her belief system
orbs are the spirits of dead people
and when many come to her
she uses her spiritual powers
to bless and release them
into the high heavens
where they belong
Bob Boyd
Deep in the Mind
hidden treasures lay
more precious than diamonds
more valuable than gold
unless you’re incredibly lucky
and receive it by grace
you have to plumb the depths
of your mind to find it
Bob Boyd
I mean, those masks they wear ought to
make it obvious.
Why else would a raccoon be wearing
a mask unless it was up to no good?
For example, back in Dec 5 of 2025
one broke into a package store
and went on bender with the store’s
abundant supply of booze.
And, surprisingly, an honest female raccoon
ratted him out to the cops,
and they nabbed the raccoon robber
passed out in the package store
after getting drunk as skunk on all
the booze he drank.
The cops and the news played this off
as accidental and funny,
which the raccoon was counting on.
Do you know why?
Raccoon Privilege.
Bob Boyd
Here’s the proof, and to this day the deviant raccoon hasn’t been charged for the B&E. Unlike if you or I robbed that package store, he goes scot free. I rest my case.
It prowls national parks –
invisibly
few could imagine the
horror it is
none can see It or
hear It
when it snatches
a human
out of this world
it does it in
a millisecond
before the victim
can scream or even
make a sound
it’s kind of like the
extraterrestrial in
the movie Predator
this is just a fictional
speculation in a poem
but imagine if it
were true
and it would explain
the mysterious
disappearances of
the 411s
who vanish with no
earthly clues about how
they disappeared
no tracks and no
scents search dogs
can follow
Bob Boyd
See more about the 411s at David Paulides website: Missing 411.
I hear the werewolves howling outside the abandoned
hotel I’m hiding in.
I fear tonight they are going to end my human life
and make me a monster like them.
I hear the screams of other humans, and the
howls cease.
Dawn arrives. I’m still a human, survived another
terrifying night in the werewolf apocalypse.
Tired of hiding and starving, I resign myself to the worst
that can happen; I become one of them.
That night when I hear their howls again I emerge
from my hiding place and walk into their midst.
After the horrifying, bloody attack I become one of them.
Bob Boyd
If you like information and poems about the paranormal and cryptids, consider visiting my Bigfoot Blog that has fiction and nonfiction poems about Bigfoot.
Now some might think it silly that
a grown woman would cry when
a fish died.
And though I’ve had many tropical
fish as pets, I’ve never cried when one died.
The difference is she has a bigger
heart than mine, filled with compassion
for all living things.
I should have asked her to be my guru.
Bob Boyd
On the Dating App the price of admittance
for her deigning to even acknowledge a man
was an income exceeding 500k.
It didn’t matter that a man mindlessly interested
in her based on her body and her looks didn’t
make the cut at an impressive 400k.
After all, she had her mercenary principles.
Bob Boyd
