Big Foot and the Bowl of Stew

Came down to Cobb's church. Heard the tale was true. A hairy man

in flannel stirring up a brew. They say he walks at midnight,

humming gospel tunes. Leaves stew prints in the pine and whistles at raccoons.

I tricked Big Foot with a bowl of stew. He cried one

tear and said, "Bless you too." He don't want fame, he don't want

shoes, just bacon and peace and a place to snooze. Tourists came with

cameras. Cobb passed 'round the plate. Sold holy hair clippings

and stew-scented faith. He said, "I baptized that beast with cornbread and