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