Mr.Squatch

The case begins,

The trees move with winds,

My breath deepens,

As our thoughts creep in,

The goal is in sight,

Bringing with it a fright.

He sets off my trap,

Yet he breaks out of the strap,

We continue to strive,

To catch him alive.

Catching him means everything,

To be considered a king.

Chasing the hairy beast,

Brings the unreleased emotion

to capture and rapture,

To make it into the books,

Not know to be crooks,

But to be the ones,

Known to generations of Grandson’s

To be Talked about as the Hunters,

The “Sasquatch Busters”.