Poetry for the BFRLC - Enjoy if you can

Haiku:
Hairy wanderer
Now, a mist falls upon you.
Indian Buffet?

Limerick:
There exists a creature called Yeti
Although know one has really met he.
Bigfoot researchers will go
For burritos or Pho
And know our work is not petty.

Beat:
I heard the ground stomping with ancestry,
Disbelief, oppression, confusion
Chase, fear, misunderstanding as I looked
Into his eyes knowing that he and I existed in a
Cosmic intertwining that may one day be explained but
Not in the streets or in the factories
Or in the churches, the classrooms, the government
But maybe when we meet all who ever was or ever will be
Souls here today, there yesterday, gone tomorrow but we
Still live on
Om Nama Shivaya we chant Bigfoot. Sasquatch. Yeren.
Sasquatch. Bigfoot. Yeti. Abominable Snowman.
At long last lunch has come.