Unicorn Fern Walker
The forest was in awe of the newcomer
She was a faerie type we had never seen
Being nocturnal, owls missed it, being asleep
Oaks were stretching their necks to get a peek
What is she? A princess? A faerie? A beauty for sure.
The unicorn is being led by her, and unicorns are pure.
We watched her advance, and a willow clued us in.
She is a unicorn fern walker, wise willow whispered in the din.
We had heard of such creatures but had never seen one before.
They made their way softly, barely crunching the stuff on the forest floor.
Where are they going? We asked, hoping she would stop to chat.
Both creatures disappeared without warning, right after that.
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