Conversations With Sasquatch, The Beginning– Episode 17

CONVERSATIONS WITH SASQUATCH, THE BEGINNING

Episode 17 by Bigfoot Book Series Author Richard Rensberry

All previous episodes can be found at: ( https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/bigfoot-book-the-beginning.html )  

17.

     I breakfast on the remaining fruits left over from my trip.  I am excited about getting the electricity turned on and the well primed, everything up and running later in the day.  But first, I have time for a nostalgic trek into my newly inherited forest.  I can still recall some of the game trails and the trees in which I had built platforms and forts as a kid.  I had spent so much time in these wilds back then, I still know them better than the streets of nearby towns like Atlanta or Mio. 

     Are all my childhood friends still out and about, I wonder?  Were they figments of my imagination or real?  I am starting to get the idea from Cecil’s journals that they were equally as real as my adult life spent in San Francisco, for the simple reason those four decades lost in the city are now fading away and seeming more imaginary than my childhood.

     As I enter the cedars where the spring feed creek gurgles and giggles it way south toward the AuSable River, the autumn air is heavy and laden with dampness.  Dew droplets trickle down my arms and neck as I part the cedar bows and follow the wending stream.  ( Continued at:  https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/bigfoot-book-the-beginning.html )  

Adventures of Sasquatch Cat, Episode 4

THE ADVENTURES OF SASQUATCH CAT, EPISODE #4

by Conversations With Sasquatch book series author 

Richard Rensberry ( https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com )

4.

     I was hard at work in the office when Sol, our Sasquatch cat, jumped up on my desk and sat on my paperwork.  He then proceeded to swat my pen until I put it down.  

     I politely asked him what he wanted.

     He gave me a quick kiss and a couple of head bumps, meowed,  then jumped off the desk, and dashed from the room.  

     A minute later, when I did not respond properly, Sol returned with impatient chatter, imploring me to hurry up and follow him to the kitchen.  There, he promptly stood on his hind legs and pressed his front paws and nose to the window.  When I joined him and peered out, an opossum the size of a large raccoon was peering longingly straight back us.  The possum’s pink hands were swimming around on the glass in an attempt to reach in and touch Sol.  I got the distinct impression they had been previously acquainted.  (Continued at:  https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-cat.html )

Conversations With Sasquatch, The Beginning Episode 14

CONVERSATIONS WITH SASQUATCH, THE BEGINNING

Episode 14 by Michigan author Richard Rensberry

(All previous episodes available at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/bigfoot-book-the-beginning.html )

14.

     I pick up Cecil’s journal dated nearest to present time and read the final few pages entitled “The Great Misunderstanding Regarding Bigfoot Encounters.”  (continued at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/bigfoot-book-the-beginning.html

Conversations With Sasquatch, The Beginning Episode 2

   

I immediately sense that a disembodied Cecil has been waiting for this day, excited and giddy to see me.  He has invited all his Sasquatch friends and a myriad of supernatural little people that he once introduced me to when I was a kid.  I am blasted by their ethereal scrutiny and eerie frequencies as I step out of the car to take inventory of my inheritance.  My whole body feels their eyes and begins to throb like a bee sting.  My forehead prickles with a cold sweat.

     I walk gingerly and take pause on the cobbled path, overwhelmed by nostalgia.  Several barn swallows shatter the spell as they suddenly dart from beneath the house’s eaves and swoop at me in angry defiance.  I have disturbed their peace.  They cackle and shriek, making an all out effort to drive me away.  I wave my arms at their bomb runs and duck under the sanctuary of the porch, there I turn and momentarily chuckle at their antics of persuasion.

     The porch boards have separated and have been rubbed raw, but easily take my weight without a moan.  There is a padlock on the door to which the court has granted me Cecil’s ownership key.  

     Inside, though a thick patina of dust has accumulated on the floors, the place looks mostly at peace and undisturbed.  There are patches of swallow and pigeon poop on some areas of the walls directly beneath their nests, but all in all, I feel a wave of gratitude that it has not been ransacked by transients or teenagers with a lust for breaking and entering.  I think its condition speaks (continued at https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/conversations-with-sasquatch-the-beginning.html )

Peach Pie

PEACH PIE

           by Conversations With Sasquatch Author Richard Rensberry

The Sasquatch children

bring me peaches

ripe and warmed by the sun.

They bring rain water,

nasturtiums and honey comb.

They leave me a stone

rolling pin, a hollowed stump

with ground kenaf flour 

and a huge carved bowl

for mixing fruit,

cinnamon, and cloves.

I heat my stove

to three hundred fifty degrees; 

crack an egg of quail

and glaze the crust; then

clove and cinnamon dust

the honied peaches.  I bake

and whip fresh sweet cream.

Done, I set the steaming pie

on the kitchen sill to cool.  Patiently 

I wait for their little feet.  I can hear them

whisper as the porch boards creak,

then a giggle and a hand

reaches up

to steal my heart.  

                     7/23/21 Richard Rensberry

More Bigfoot poetry can be found at:

https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-poems.html

CONVERSATIONS WITH SASQUATCH, THE AWAKENING, Episode 11

I find it very doubtful that Tecumseh would engage in a conversation with someone the likes of Mr. Smith, but just in case Mr. Smith decides to start playing rough, I am dropping by to warn Tecumseh that the weasel has been nosing around in our business.  

“Ah, Mr. Smith,” Tecumseh snorts.  “The man with a stone heart and a snake’s tongue.  Yes, we have had the pleasure to meet.”  

“So I have been informed,” I say.  “What did the snake have to hiss about me and my dealings with the Bigfoot?”

“He asked me about you.  Nothing was said about a Bigfoot.”

“I see.  And what, may I ask, did he want to know about me?’

(continued at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-novel-the-awakening.html )