My Dream of Uni-Belle

I am a dreamer literally for I dream a lot With most of them remembered, few of them forgot. My dreams are always based in reality, Although quite mixed up they often tend to be. But this particular dream I had just yesterday, Was different from all the rest, I have to say. I've never dreamed before of a fantasy creature; Never before has fantasy entered as a feature. It seems, in my dream I had a unicorn, The cutest little horse with a little horn. She was pure white like I've never seen, Whiter than the snow, all fresh and clean. Perfectly proportioned, rather small in size, Maybe seven hands at her withers, I would surmise. She knew she held a place confirmed in my heart. She was a delight to watch and so very smart. Her soft and low nickering never let me fear Her presence was very far but always close and near. She'd nuzzle me gently for treats and for pets. Such a joy to me, she brought me no regrets. The center of attention she really loved to be And all her little antics were amusing to see. Her moves so graceful, a ballerina couldn't beat; She pranced like there was air underneath her feet. She would stamp her little foot, toss her head around, Let her little haunches drop 'til they met the ground. Then her little muzzle she would lift up towards the sky, As she'd neigh the cutest whinny with a pitch rather high. I loved to hear her whinny, a delight to my ear And she would whinny, be expecting then to hear A response from me in the language that she spoke, But as I replied with a whinny, sadly I awoke. Now I'm left to wonder why she came to me In a dream so surreal, as though reality. A reason for I seek, since my dreams often do foretell, But about this one I am puzzled of my little Uni-Belle. Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly ©2018-04-05 23:55:00 (EDT) All rights reserved.