It was a moonlit night on Lake Temiskaming,
Where I saw a silhouette in canoe of the hairiest thing,
A giant Sasquatch paddling silent and effortless,
Attempting avoidance from interluders of mad temperance,
The glowing reflection was growing across the water,
It's hue turned from golden to red hinting skyward to flying saucer,
My mouth hung agape at this most surreal sight,
As tractor beam caught the hairy humanoid despite its might,
Floating towards the craft the beast let go a cry,
It was a deafening sad sound scarring my third eye,
But what could I do a meek hidden onlooker?
My brain was a boil from this evenings pressure cooker,
My concern grew even greater as I thought I could be up next,
So I fired up smart phone sending off emergency text,
To my best friend that just happened to be a vet,
I typed, come quickly spacecraft sighted haven't been spotted yet,
While waiting for my saviour to arrive with help,
Bigfoot fell from the heavens and landed with a yelp,
I ran to his location fearing he was dead as a door nail,
He had a pulse but what skin I could see was pale,
There were radiation burns and the smell of scorched hair,
I had to do something to relieve his despair,
So I sat on his chest and bounced up and down quickly,
Then formed my hands into a dome over his mouthpiece strictly,
I blew through the space I left between my two thumbs,
Hoping his enormous lung backdraft quickly comes,
Unluckily for me the creature gasped then threw up,
Now I smell of bile mixed with ammonia in rotting skull for cup,
Good news the UFO disappeared and my friends lights came into view,
I could now take a break and let Steve's expertise pull Bigfoot through,
I decided to wade into lake to clean up and fetch the wandering canoe,
Suddenly the beast was erect, the veterinarian's diploma rang true,
What would happen now, did we just become its next two course meal?
But instead Hairy sang with a melodious melancholy feel,
He then jumped over six foot tall Jeep with a single bound,
So we headed back to town with the most powerful story ever found.
~Farls Tokley
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Bark Has Bite feat. Carbuncles
PoetryA mixed bag, next handful a whole new ball game. This collection of poems was born from Sunday drives with parents as a kid and doing the same with my son. It's fun to listen to our favourite music and watch the scenery fly by. As a teenager and yo...
