Find Sasquatch at Great Smoky mountains national park!

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Smoky Sighs and Sasquatch Eyes

The Smokies whisper through the trees,
With fog that floats on ghostly breeze.
A quiet road, a wooden sign—
And one big shadow, toein’ the line.

The forest hums a haunted tune,
The kind you hear beneath the moon.
And somewhere past that creeping pine,
A Sasquatch waits... for snack or sign.

He's not a ghost, but sure looks grim,
Like Chewbacca after a midnight swim.
He loves the mist—it hides his face,
And saves him from the tourist chase.

He’s spooky, sure, but mostly shy,
He’ll vanish fast if you walk by.
Unless you drop your camping stew—
Then he’ll appear... right behind you.

So when you’re hiking through the haze,
And feel a gaze through dusky grays—
Just smile and wave, don’t run or dash...
It’s probably just a mountain ‘Squatch.