Scoop shovel saga update: Old Scoopy had gone missing for a couple of days after Sasquatch left by way of the portal. I presume Scoopy was out looking for Sasquatch. I found him standing next to a sad seedling that’s tied to a post and wrapped in chicken wire.
His shadow waned with the moon As Sasquatch surveyed changes from yesterday’s yawn He pitied the sorry state of the scoop shovel Alone and cold on unscoopable sand, cursed by old Jack Frost A portal opened, and he walked through to the other side To his land unknown by humans stuck in 3D Leaving the scoop shovel to its fate Meanwhile, Osric courted Nora Hooting sweet nothings in her feathery ear Time to work on this year’s brood Love at twilight. Dawn blushed!
Marble: “Can I lick sweet nothings in your ear, Spunk?”
Black laced trees under a wintery sky
Through the looking glass, Sasha dreams of going down a rabbit hole
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!”