“Sticks and stones may break my bones
But I don’t think a Squatch will ever hurt me
They bang and knock
To warn us off
When I’m sitting at the creek
I think I see them peek From behind the biggest tree
I’m studying him
He’s studying me
I wonder what we’ll learn
If we stop making knocks
And ticking him off
I wonder what his demeanor wil be like Yes he bangs and knocks
And throws them rocks
But I don’t think he’ll ever strike”
Poem by me, copyright April 2020 property of Sasysquatchgirl all rights reserved…
Happy 😃 Sunday everyone..
Great poem Kerry – I don’t think he’ll strike either!
Best,
Jonathan 🙂
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