Sir Gypsy

I found a gypsy man in my backyard this morning. He was just dancing around a fire he had built out of sticks and wood particles, they were the remains of the deck my pet croc ate (his name was freshie and he went on to glory last spring.). I watched out the window for a good 25 mins before I made my next move, which just so happened to be a friendly, "hello mister". He smiled and waved and said hello in the most peculiar voice, all while dancing his little heart out.
Should I join him, should I introduce myself, should I call someone over for safety, then it hit me. I should give the man a hug, a big warm welcome hug. I wasn't afraid and I don't know why, he just seemed so familiar. He was strong and by the feel of his touch, I could tell he had been doing this hugging thing for probably thousands of years. The gypsy man didn't say anything, but kissed my forehead and I left for work. My gypsy wasn't there when I got home, but he left me a copper medallion with some inscription that I can't make out. It was propped up against the sliding glass door.

Sometimes when I see that medallion I wonder if he was real or if I just coincidentally found that copper coin on the same day I hallucinated a gypsy. I think he was real, I even think he is one of those special ones and lived when the dinosaurs lived. Gypsy may have once been one of the dinosaurs. I think he would have been a great Brachiosaurus. He was good. I'm glad to know that day and remember it as well.

I miss him.