Wondering, wondering 
At night we walk 
Wondering, wondering 
At night we stalk 
 
Cold nights of Fresno I roam 
In the shield of darkness, I call my home 
With long strides my children closely follow 
Down the streets, as we frolic and wallow 
 
Our fabric like bodies, armless silhouettes 
Waving through the night, not posing a threat 
Grazing the trees, stomping our feet 
My kids chirp and hum, not missing a beat 
 
When suddenly we see a small red light 
Beeps in the darkness, just out of sight 
For now, I know our cover has been blown 
Footage now taken and soon to be shown 
 
I hear the men start to shout in horror 
As I run to hide just around the corner 
My children yelp, mad at the sudden intrusion 
But I keep the hidden, and out of the human’s vison 
Wondering, wondering 
At night we walk 
Wondering, wondering 
At night we stalk 
 
I do not know what comes of being seen 
But learning of such I do not dream 
I watch my children reluctantly follow my lead 
As we all wait and hide within the trees 
 
Moments pass as the sounds stop, and I slowly walk back 
Feeling tired from the long fearful night, I must hit the sack 
My kids chirp and bellow and roar 
But I settle them down on the forest floor 
 
Our migration has ceased, our eyes heavy with worry 
We huddle together, quiet and hurried 
I am unsure if sleep for my kids will soon come 
But for now, my eyes close, resting with them 
 
Wondering, wondering 
At night we walk 
Wondering, wondering 
At night we stalk 
 
We soon calm our heads, and soon fall asleep 
Passersby’s seeing us as a a pile of sheets 
I wish I had known this was our last night 
But even a wise old being like me has not that foresight 
 
Cause little did we know how that footage would spread 
And how humans wish us captured, feared and soon dead 
Why did this happen to a mother looking out for her kids 
Now to be seen as a monstrous cryptid? 
 
I fear for my kids, my whole life and soul 
To be raised in a world who sees them as foes 
For now, we must hide, take shelter and cover 
And wait for the monster hunting craze to be over 
 
Wondering, wondering 
At night we once walked 
Wondering, wondering 
Now, we will never again stalk