Meeting the Real Leprechaun

I met him in a forest deep in the black forest woods. Unassuming and silent, he stood as a leprechaun should. Sparkles in his eye reminded me of the gold I had seen. Just last night in my reoccurring Irish loving dream. I said hello and he gave me a slight nod of his head. I wondered if he was a phantom, alive or dead. Twinkles in his eyes made me scurry promptly away. Imagine running into a leprechaun on St. Paddy’s day!