You Really Never Know

by Dragon Spirit

Wicked cold wind blew in from the North

Along with it came an animorph

Who looked something like a dwarf.

Stocky and short

He let out a snort

And parked himself at the bar.

Curiosity got the best of me

I just had to go see

What the heck this thing must be.

He snorted and chortled and let out a squeal

At his delight with the olive he began to peel.

I saddled the seat beside him

And offered to buy him a gin.

His eyes were alight

At the mere sight

Of the offer of friendship to be

And he introduced himself to me.

He’d been far and wide

With many friends at his side.

“A drink for my friend,” I said to the bartender

He looked at me like I gone around the bend ‘er

And slid one right at me.

How was it he couldn’t see

The man sitting next to me?

He was an odd fellow

And he let out a bellow

As he realized my perplexity.

I took another drink

And he was gone when I blinked.

So off my stool I slinked

And I went to find the sink

I thought I’d had way too much to drink.

I pushed into the head and lo and behold

There he stood stocky and bold.

He said my guide he was to be

Which is why no one else could see.

I stared in disbelief

And have to admit great relief

That it wasn’t the whiskey.

It just goes to show

You really never know

When or where your guide will show.

*Written by HJM, aka Dragon Spirit