Sasquatch

I am a Sasquatch

You might see me, you might not

You might believe you have seen me, others might believe you not.

You might try and take a picture with your phone to make me better known,

Unfortunately the image will always be blurry as I am a creature of the unknown

You search for me all over on the ground but I’ll never be found

As I’m up in the air in my flying saucer just buzzing around

Am I the abominable snowman’s cousin or distant relative of the gentry or some other genus is meant for me

None of those are close as I’m a hyper-dimensional entity

At night in the shadows I roam, the dark dense forest is where I call home

When you are tucked up in your sleeping bag you might hear my mournful moan

As I wander around your tents in the Murky gloom on my lonesome own

I am a Sasquatch

( copyright Roland watson)

Write what you see

I’m sat in my slightly claustrophobic little cupboard office hemmed in by various items, as I cast my eyes around the cluttered space the first object that makes an impression on me is a elongated cardboard box with frayed edges and a top flap that has a ripped corner exposing the paler inner board.

The look of the box with the exposed cardboard layers reminds me of a cross section of an onion as it has a darker mottled outer skin which protects the paler compressed thinner inner layers.

I’m wondering if the box has any memories of it’s past incarnations as it is made of recycled material, maybe the box was a shoe-box, a sunday supplement, a gossip magazine, a cereal box and if it regressed far enough back in it’s past lives it might even remember being a seed from a tree.

Protruding from a bag is an upside down cardboard beer bottle carrier, I’ve kept it around as I have a vague idea about turning it into a cat plaything that the kitties can use to search for pieces of kitty biscuits that I would hide in it’s different sections.

Dumped in the corner are my running shoes, they have been cast aside until warmer weather comes or to be more precise when I start exercising properly again. I go through phases of trying to be more active but I find it hard to stick to a fitness routine, will have to revisit physical activity before I turn into a warped beanpole. I don’t really put on weight that easy it’s more the opposite of weight gain that happens to me as I slowly loose what little muscle tone I have attained and my legs and arms will resemble sticks.

A Crow and A Sparrow

On my very rainy birthday I was visited by a rather sullen wet crow. It perched on the railing of the balcony all hunched up, trying to avoid the worst of the rain. The crow stared out at the grey sodden sky as if it was willing the clouds to break and the sun to appear.

The back of the crow looked like it had esoteric silver symbols painted on it’s black rain slicked feathers, the symbols shimmered in the half light which added to the otherworldly feeling of this encounter.

The crow stoically gazed out and assessed the gloomy weather. Suddenly as if the crow had been re-animated by a mystical power it awoke from it’s slumberous state. Shaking the water off it’s back, it craned it’s head skywards to steal another look at the cloudy sky and to see if it’s interpretations of the astral signs were correct.

The crow seemingly reassured by the omens in the sky, extended it’s back and promptly defecated on the balcony and then flew off.

Only a few days after this visitation of the crow, a sparrow also landed and hopped around for a minute or so before flying off. It seems that the news of our bird friendly balcony is slowly spreading amongst the avian population.

Raven and a Black Dog

I had a rather surreal but comforting dream nearer the beginning of the whole covid-19 lockdown, i’m not too sure if the dream was totally inspired by my conscious and sub-conscious feelings about embarking on this new normal of isolation in our little bubbles

In my dream I was visited by a large old raven who glided down from out of the dark moonlit sky and perched on the windowsill. The crow fixed me with his piercing eyes as he peered through the half open window.

I started to hear a raspy voice in my head and I realized he was connecting with me telepathically, not only could I hear him he was also projecting waves of strong emotion into my mind.

After a couple of minutes he turned as if to fly off and I felt that I was meant to follow him but he turned back and planted a thought deep into me, he communicated that it was not my time to follow him and I needed to stay where I was.

Later on in the same dream I was sat facing the doorway of the bedroom, on the side of an old style bed with a wooden frame and a thick sprung mattress which was covered with a hand knitted bedspread, when a large black ancient time-worn dog which looked similar to a Labrador though much much bigger slowly ambled into the room and came right upto me. It stopped for a moment as if it were establishing some type of psychical connection between us.

After making that bond between us the dog reared up and gently put it’s two giant front paws on my chest and by gradually adding pressure it slowly pushed me down onto the bed.

The dog then climbed up beside me and laid down on top of me, pinning me to the bed, I felt compelled to hug the dog. As I laid there and hugged the dog it communicated telepathically with me and told me I just needed to be calm and relax.