The Unicorn and Me
There he stands in mystic wonder,
white as snow, in elegant splendor--
eyes as blue as the sky up yonder.
Silently he moves across the glade,
a quiet 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,
inviting me to join his journey
to a land where he is free,
and can slumber peacefully.
Through the forest we flee--
the unicorn and me.
Alesia Leach © 05/2014
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