Chance Encounter

‘Twas on a morning brisk and airy I met a creature big and hairy. It glowered at me, and I at it. I was not afraid, not one small bit. Its eye was crookedly turned all askew. From its nose escaped ghoulish-green goo. A wat’ry rivulet down its cheek. “It needs a tissue. It looks quite bleak.” My proffered handkerchief it did take. Blowing its nose made the sidewalk quake. It took a moment and looked at me with a grim grimace, or gleeful glee. We nipped pleasant words and parted ways. A morn to remember for always. We tipped our heads in courteous nod. Away it turned and away it plod. This tale is so insanely absurd, to this day all the details are blurred. I scarce should repeat it now and then that I am lumped with demented men. But for the creature’s courteous bow It meant no ill will, I know that now. And when I am asked if I believe, a brave and bold front I shall achieve. I shan’t retell the tale of itself, choosing to keep the tale to myself. If it returns and it should see me I’ll smile and definitely pleased be.