The Last Bigfoot of Clackamas County
Why were you here, O stinky giant never gleaned?
Wandering mostly silent, rare the scene,
Through tangled undergrowths of evergreen.
Now no more to bathe in rivers clean.
Why were you here, O hairball calling in the night?
Only to cry when the moon burned bright,
Oh your face so furry and so light.
Now only memories may we hold tight.
Why were you here, O friend of ancient trees?
Telling stench oft-carried on the breeze,
Wild-hearted secrets kept with ease.
Now grunting echoes have all but ceased.
No more footsteps on the old forest floor,
No solved mystery, only retold lore,
All vanished now forevermore.
Gone and gone, wanderer of yore.