My Big Foot Left

the amazing beast as if on cue
ran into the civilized half-deep woods
of the Northeast

I was watching as his earpiece buzzed--
a message from Keith Olbermann, KO advice!

Run to the woods he said and some
preposterous story ideas he related

(as if a fully-talent-laden man-beast named Big Foot
was short on story ideas)

Perhaps a menu idea KO implied...
no one could think on
what food you'd dine

To a nearby library I heard BF did visit...
indeed, there's no limit to BF's writing skills

Into a dark library he sped dressed like a sweaty harrier...
in the sneaky man-beast went

We, however, the Big Foot loving public fear for the worst:
would KO be able to feed useful story ideas
in the confines of the dark recesses

of BF's man-beast writing cave