Deonna Kelli Sayed

Thanks to Southern snow, I’ve been housebound for a good twenty-four hours. I’m stir crazy, so on this day of love, I find myself writing poetry about the longings of Sasquatch.

It is a bizarre thing to ponder on Valentine’s Day, I know. This is what happens when I become a shut-in. But I love all of you. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE all of you!

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Somewhere in a snowy wood
Sits a Sasquatch thinking of you

She longs for a peanut butter bar to share with a beau
To go wood knockin’ with someone that makes her heart swoon
But all she gets on this sainted eve
Is a cold stump and a night full of moon

Then, she hears her beloved howl from afar
She lets her heart follow the sound of the clamor
As she gaits in the direction of the call
She realizes it is some hat-wearing humanoid with a thermal imaging camera

Sasquatch pauses for moment before saying in her head,
“Take a infrared Valentine selfie, stupid human, I’m going back to bed."

- For Robartes