Sasquatch & The Scoop Shovel

Waning Wolf Moon over Jupiter, Pollux, and Castor

Sasquatch stumbled upon a scoop shovel

Under the light of a waning Wolf Moon
When darkness would give way to twilight soon
Sasquatch wandered out from his hovel
Onto the beach where he spied a shovel
What is this strange thing? He thought with wonder
Is it useful or a trap to pull me asunder?
Oh, hark! I hear a human coming this way
It’ll have to wait for another day

“Sasquatch? Did you say Sasquatch? We heard he likes to eat cats!”

Dawn

Spunk: “I’m not afraid of no stinking Sasquatch! I kicked his butt six years ago when I slipped through a wormhole, and it took me a month to fight my way back into this dimension.”

Dusk

Black lace tree at dusk

28 thoughts on “Sasquatch & The Scoop Shovel

  1. Sasquatch was tired of the forest?

    Love the black trio (or do we have to say Black?)

    I so remember when Spunk was out fighting Sasquatch and had us all worried about him!

  2. I have always wondered where Spunk was and what he was doing when he went missing for a month. We were all so happy when he showed up. πŸ€”πŸ™‚πŸ˜»

    • It’s impressive when Spunk does his tough guy walk around the house. Talk about a stray cat strut! Thanks, Gigi.

  3. Tim, I love how your photographs carry the story forward and the poem opens another door into it. There’s something wonderfully future-facing about this way of sharing, letting image and word work together, each doing what it does best. And the Sasquatch idea was brilliant.

  4. What great photos. Sasquatch? Hmm I don’t think we have any Sasquatch activities up north lol
    The three black kitties look like they’re plotting some shenanigans!

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