Jig, Lepruchan, clover, Ireland

I found myself close to sleep,
Lying in a clover bed
But then a darting flash of green
Passed not far from my head

Slowly turning to the right
Breath held til near explosion
There I saw it once again
A leprechaun in motion

He saw that I had caught him
So he stopped and did a jig
Shocked and soaked in disbelief
I poked him with a twig

He giggled once; I did twice
Then we both took time to stare
Him as green as Ireland
Me with clover in my hair

Which of us was real, and not
I still can't really say
Years have passed; thoughts gone by
But, I'll ne'er forget that day

NEW WORDS:
post, cramp, stuck, jar