I think I now have a new perspective on the lack of photographs relating to the apparent sightings of Bigfoot, the Sasquatch and Eastern Coywolves.
Just now, a bit past midnight, I was walking our pup and meandered down a desolate and dimly lit lane.
There, watching the shooting stars disappear into crisp cold air, a loud yelping in the marsh to my North shattered all of night’s silence.
Instinctively, as is habit, I retrieved my harmonica began to play a soft ballad from the mountains.
If it was intended to calm the creatures, it did not.
The yelps became barks and then, in my limited hearing … growls!
While playing the C note with my right hand, deftly I retrieved a LED Tac light from my left pocket …
The subtle rhythm of the harmonica rose at once to a powerful crescendo that echoed across the marshland as my light met six brilliant eyes just beyond the reeds.
Fixated, the ballad played on, while a pair of eyes moved slowly to the right, their left, yet their heads most alertly right, never losing the luminous of the light.
One however, was unmoved and glared straight to me – eyes set a foot above the other two and therein possessing a fuse of burning orange and yellow and glinting green.
With ballads end in winter’s breath, a long silence separated our gaze … then at the moment I felt a connection, there was a blink, then two and three.
Invisible, vanished . . . ghosts.
All described here roughly transpired in three plus minutes and thus, in my marvel of our Lord’s creations, I took not a single picture.
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