When Sasquatch ventured back again
The scoop shovel was standing straight up on end
It stood there straight, it stood there bold
When he tried to grab it, only his shadow took hold
“Strange, is it true? Am I only a legend, a story told?”
“A mythical creature like Skinwalkers of old?”
After he couldn’t get the scoop
He wondered what he would tell the group
Are they real or surreal or just mythical beings
Stradling dimensions, mostly unseen
By humans stuck between two and fourth
Who sometimes get a sighting as he slips between floors
An anomaly that ripples space and time’s clear hue
A slight tear in the fabric that offers a view
Whether the story is true or simply belied
As the Sasquatch scoop shovel saga unfolds
So go discoveries in darkness and cold
“Sasquatch can slip through dimensions and grab kitties for breakfast? We think you need to leave Sasquatch be Paparazzo I am, and fix us a plate of green eggs and ham!”
Marble: “I’m not afraid of no stinking inter-dimensional Sasquatch! Spunk will whip Sasquatch with his tail, make art out of him, and then kick his butt again!”
Sunrise
Cranes in the evening
Off Center & Not Even 
Love it.
Thanks, Shey.
Wonderful creativity, fun and beautiful sights here, Timothy.
Thanks, Jet.
More sasquatch shenanigans.
He may be a bit more of a deep thinker than his shadow reveals. Thanks, Brad.
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Love your Sasquatch poetry, Tim. Well done, you!
And those cranes are fabulous!
Thanks. I’m happy you are enjoying my poetic tale.
Very much so!
I enjoyed your creative storytelling. 👍🏻
Thanks, Michele.
Tim, I love how this story unfolded. Sasquatch pondering his own legend, slipping between dimensions, while the cats provide running commentary.
For only brief sightings of a fella the size of Sasquatch, he must be living on the edge of an inter-dimensional wrinkle. Thanks, Rebecca.
Oh my for the Sasquatch poetry. I’ll never look at a broom the same way again.. lol
As for the cats….. you might be in trouble.. lol
Thanks, Cindy.
Hmm, I wonder what the Sasquatch in question wants with a scoop shovel.
I don’t think he knows either. He just happened upon it, and now he’s digging for answers. Thanks, Liz.
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That shovel is a puzzle for Tim and cats alike!
Those sky and river scenes are particularly beautiful, Tim!
It is a puzzle. Thanks, Lavinia.