It Flew Past My Window
It flew past my window early this morn
A winged creature with a singular horn
Of so many things did this creature warn
Of once-towering figures, their reputations now shorn
Of lovers who'd parted, their hearts newly torn
Of babes stillborn, whose deaths go unmourned
Of a sudden the creature knelt down, midst a field forlorn
Lowered his head to the ground, shook loose his horn
Lifted it high with his forelimbs, and with haunting melody adorned
The message of woe he'd brought the world that same morn
With beeps and honks and plaintive blasts of his horn
He'd rendered his judgment, of briar and thistle and thorn
Some say the creature was the mythical unicorn
I say, it flew past my window, and of danger it warned
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