a poem about the fouke monster i rub my beautiful fur against the bark of a tree i have lain on the floor of the forest alone on most major holidays lamenting my lack of motivation, and my financial status my moans of despair go unnoticed unseen, i suffer in the vast emptiness of the state park
cryptid in july poetry day 16, the fouke monster
cryptid in july poetry day 16, the fouke…
cryptid in july poetry day 16, the fouke monster
a poem about the fouke monster i rub my beautiful fur against the bark of a tree i have lain on the floor of the forest alone on most major holidays lamenting my lack of motivation, and my financial status my moans of despair go unnoticed unseen, i suffer in the vast emptiness of the state park