Find Sasquatch In this beautiful outdoor stained glass scene

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In a window bright with forest glow,
Where colored critters come and go,
A campfire blinks, a bluebird sings—
There’s tents and trees and mountain things.

A bunny hops, a squirrel stares,
A moose looks lost in leafy glares.
But somewhere in that vibrant clash,
Is one shy beast with bashful ‘stache.

He’s made of glass—yet somehow not?
A Sasquatch hidden in the plot.
With branches shaped just like his brow,
And lead lines tracing... is that a cow?

No! Look again behind the pine—
That’s no rock, it’s a hairy spine!
He blends so well, he’s pure finesse—
The stained-glass champ of wilderness.

So next time you’re in churches, see—
The windows hold more mystery.
Not saints, nor halos, just one flash:
Of peekaboo-ing pane-glass Squash.