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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