The Unicorn and Me

There he stands in mystic wonder, white as snow and elegant splendor, eyes as blue as the sky up yonder. Silently he moves across the glade, a silent breeze ruffling his mane, before boldly glancing my way. In his eyes there is no fear, as he circles closer, ever near. Is that a hunter we both hear? There, see their spears. Gracefully bowing before me, Invited to join him on his journey. To a land where he is free and can slumber peacefully. Through the forest we flee, the unicorn and me. Publish "From Me To You: Poems" available paperback and e-book on amazon. That I have to post this upsets me: My poems are copyright. I am sharing my poems for you to read not for you to post willy-nilly to a website, in your newsletter or anywhere else with out my permission. I am available, leave me a message. Especially to those who change the name of my poem and not give proper credit. You should be ashamed!