The Unicorn

 

Willoway

The Unicorn

She lay there nestled in the trees.

Her white mane billowed in the breeze.

The raindrops danced upon the horn

of the magnificent Unicorn.

She raised her head to greet the morn.

She slowly rose and arched her neck

then swished her tail long and thick.

Her silver horn points to the sky.

She sings her song of days gone by

as colors dash across the sky.

By Cathy Collar