XXIV - The Unicorn.

The Unicorn

In a parallel world, where left is right
And the west displays the dawn,
Amongst the mist and morning light,
You’ll find the unicorn.

A lovely thing, a glorious sight,
It clearly rules that place.
It moves with ease between the trees,
And charms you with its grace.

As you watch her on the dewy fields
Beside the creeks, on grassy banks;
She meets your eye, then coyly yields;
A tremble stirs her flanks.

But in this place of reflective dreams
Where life is honey, cream and peach,
The unicorn is near, or so she seems,
Yet sadly out of reach.

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© J Cosmo Newbery
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