Now I can finally go and live amongst The Bigfoot.

I've observed their colony from afar.

They busy themselves with daily living daily

And stay away from the dramatic poses of human affairs.

A grove of tall pines, a brushy den,

I'll birth my young,

And pack them by the nape 

Of their furry necks

Until they're strong enough to hold on piggy back,

Traversing the Appalachian trails

With the other Yowees and Yetis

And Western Skunk Apes,

And sit in the company of the learned elders,

Deciphering wood knocks from all around the glen,

And discerning them from the sounds

Of others using rocks to crack

Walnuts and pecans along the creekside.

That will be my social media.

The likes and tweets will be

Heard high in tree tops

With great thumps and chocks 

Clocking the presence of my fold,

Grounding me in the sylvan community,

And keeping me contented

To have and to hold my children

And my status as a part and parcel of nature.

-jenn