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.