bigfoot is hanging around the back yard lawn furniture again
skulking amongst the trees and bushes
he doesn’t like sitting in chairs
he appeared about a year or so ago
shy and rather standoffish until you got to know him
now he can be a damned chatterbox
i think he lives in the dilapidated barn behind the abandoned house next door
but he won’t say
and i don’t stick my nose in his business
eight feet tall and those fangs
i tried once to give him a toothbrush
it was like showing a silver bullet to a werewolf
he disappeared for months
trying to explain the modern world to him
is like pounding nails into concrete
i think mainly he is lonely
he gets quiet and rather surly when i mention mrs. bigfoot
he says he likes my company in the early morning hours
at first light
and he isn’t thinking of mauling me or anything
besides
since i am usually pushing a walker or in a wheelchair
i wouldn’t be much of a challenge
i thought for awhile of carrying my nine
whenever we met up
but i abandoned that idea
i trust him
he has a good heart
