Poems

bigfoot’s residence

01OCT26

is wherever

bigfoot's truth
is not on a page
knows our roof
is just a cage

sasquatch in the trees
out in the wind
watches & sees
how they bend

feels the sunshine
on his face
is not confined
to one place

he is too clever
to lose his home
it is wherever
he chooses to roam

Enjoy your Thursday. Do not remain aloof from the goof.

I will be out of town attending a family funeral for the next couple of days. I will start posting as soon as I return.

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