a love note

the morning after just such a party venued at my house (then in Seattle) that I discovered Lancelot tethered in my small backyard eating my grass. His owners, total strangers to me but friends of someone(s) at the party, had slept in their camper out front. Lancelot, strange as it may seem to most, was a unicorn. Puzzled about the large projecting horn at the center of his forehead, at the moment believing it had to be fake, I approached him, grabbed the horn (something he of course didn't appreciate) and knew immediately it was the real thing. I went to work for the day. Never saw him again. However, years later I came across some pictures, copies of which I have stored away somewhere. And whenever I want to imagine magic in my life, his image comes to mind. He not only visited me in the night, he ate of my grass and suffered my coarse check of his one and only horn. For those who want to see a pic of him, just google "man made unicorns," click on the first listed, the lair2000, go to the second picture on the page ... And there he is. That's him. That's Lancelot, the very unicorn I found in my backyard. Yours, Chuck PS: I've had many strange things happen in my life, but prob'ly none stranger than the experience of talking to and touching a live---and feisty!---unicorn.

taken to my backyard for tethering after dark ... unbeknownst to me at the time. So one can only imagine my surprise on encountering a real live unicorn eating of my back-of-the-house lawn grass early the next morning. No one had informed me of his presence. Don't remember even meeting the owners, although I'm sure they attended that particular party. To answer simply, yes, Lancelot was there, though during the time of a different party than the one referenced in my poem here. And yes, he was the very unicorn you saw pictured on the Internet. The experience was memorable ... and beyond priceless. Yours, Chuck