Coffee With Sasquatch

An old friend stopped by this misty morn, Filled his cup with warming Joe, It’s good to be in his company, He is the finest of my friends I know. He appeared out of the morning twilight, Quiet with bright clear eyes, My cup disappeared in his massive hand, Over which his hair lies. We connect without the use of words, I want nothing of him, nor he of me, Just an understanding between friends, Not many he lets see. Hot brew with a coffee cake, One lump for me, he likes two, He brings blueberries, To add spice to our brew. Not a creature or a man, Just taking time to share, A quiet moment between friends, Not seeing my skin or his hair. Gone faded back into the dark, Was he even here? Proof is his empty cup, And I sense him near.