Sometimes I imagine
Sasquatch on my porch;
A watchman
For my home.
Eyes open wide-
-He peers down the road,
Making sure
We are safe.
From the break of dawn
To streetlights turning on
Sasquatch tarries.
Always watching.
He sees the deer;
He sees the neighbors;
He sees the mouse
Running from her car
To beneath our deck
Where he stands;
But Sasquatch
Does not stop him.
He just stands there
Watching,
Waiting,
Staring down the street...
Hoping
-Maybe one day
He will come alive
To stop the mouse.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
Sometimes I imagine
Sasquatch on my porch;
A watchman
For my home.
Eyes open wide-
-He peers down the road,
Making sure
We are safe.
From the break of dawn
To streetlights turning on
Sasquatch tarries.
Always watching.
He sees the deer;
He sees the neighbors;
He sees the mouse
Running from her car
To beneath our deck
Where he stands;
But Sasquatch
Does not stop him.
He just stands there
Watching,
Waiting,
Staring down the street...
Hoping
-Maybe one day
He will come alive
To stop the mouse.
