For kids who love animals by a kid who loves animals
For a recent school project, I had to create a chapbook, which is a book of poetry. For my subject, I decided to have it be about cryptids. Since not many people know what that is, I will explain it. A cryptid is a category of mythical creature that cannot be proven to exist. Bigfoot is a good example of this. Because most cryptids, if real, are just animals that haven’t been discovered yet, I decided to post some of the poems I wrote for the project. The chapbook is told from the perspective of a somewhat crazed cryptozoologist, who is someone who tries to find and study these creatures.
In my chapbook itself, I had a couple friends help me with the art for it. All the photography in the chapbook was also taken by me, and all the poems were written by myself. Here, I’ll put two poems and the creatures I was inspired to write them about. Enjoy!
Scaled wings shuttered against the stars,
Sliding from its crevice
In the vacuum of space.
Again and again.
I chased you through the sky
Until I drifted away
And became one of the stars.
Not before we met,
In fiery streaks across the heavens,
And you vanished between my jaws.
People try to drive me away,
But I am looped,
I am stuck.
I come back every time.
For I am the dragon,
And you, the moon, are my hunt.
2. For my second poem, I was inspired by a funny little creature I found from snooping around the inter webs. It is called a Wolpertinger, which is a rabbit with bird wings, deer antlers, and fangs like a wolf or lion. In this poem, I chose to put a lot of emphasis on the perspective of the cryptozoologist and how passionate they are about finding this creature. I had a lot of fun imagining this creature and the things that it does, both like a rabbit and differently than one. Here’s the poem and a link to the PDF of the illustration, again by Maha Kamal.
This creature and I
I’ve been stalking it
My entire life, and
I believe that
When I leave this earth
It’s coming with me,
Snuffling at my feet,
And patting down the dirt with its paws.
I’ve written an entire journal about it,
Different than this one,
Tracking its movements,
Did you know that its wings
Have barely enough flight to lift it off the ground?
Or that rabbits, to which they are closely related,
Run and hide when they come.
My partners have left me
To my work,
but I’ll never stop.
Me and this creature are connected.