Deprived
A hundred miles North of here,
there are lonely shy sasquatch's
elderly crypto beasts
that roam the small woods
between gray urban sprawls.
I'm told they live on picnic snacks
discarded by occasional
slow-walking hikers.
Corn nachos, cheesy puffs,
the odd half-eaten egg sandwich.
It breaks my heart to hear
that they have no medical care,
nor any meds to take
when they get a tummy ache.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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