At Chasm Lake where hikers tread,
And marmots bounce on rocks ahead,
A peaceful view, the perfect scene...
But wait—what’s that behind the green?
A hairy blur, a lurking shape,
Half-concealed in pine and drape.
Not a moose, not elk, not bear—
It’s Sasquatch playing solitaire.
He’s sipping tea, he’s got a mug,
Wrapped in fleece and feelin’ snug.
Avoids the crowds, avoids the fame,
Just wants to hike and dodge the blame.
Tourists snap a thousand pics,
While he hides out doing yoga tricks.
If you blink, he’s gone again—
Back to his cave with his mountain pen.
So if you’re hiking, take it slow,
And wave if you see a furry bro.
He’s shy, he’s chill, he won’t attack...
Just don’t ask him for a Kodak.
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