Poem. There Is No Such Thing As A Sasquatch.
There Is No Such Thing As A Sasquatch.
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A hunter in America
Was deep within a wood,
Intent on tracking down a deer
The signs were fresh and good.
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That he himself was being sought
Just did not cross his mind,
But something different dogged his trail
And was not far behind.
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Within the shadows of the trees
A creature came unbidden,
From long ago his special race
Was doomed to being hidden.
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The spoor was fresh, not long to go,
The hunter was excited,
And when he saw his chosen deer
The sight left him delighted.
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The stag was grazing unaware
No warning on the breeze,
No scent to tell him of the danger
Hidden in the trees.
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The man prepared to take the shot
He felt a hunter’s thrill
He raised his rifle, took his aim
Intent upon the kill.
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The sasquatch seized him in it’s grasp
The hunter tried to pray
A creature who does not exist
Just carried him away.
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