| Unicorn: By Afeara The sun lights the trees, The pond sparkles with crystal water droplets, The silver blur stirs my eyes. There it stands, a vision of only a dream, The tall grass sways in the breeze about its cloven hooves. It's velvet soft muzzle dips gracefully, majestic, with a royal air. It raises its head, and there I see the silver wand horn, it shows its power, it shows its grace, the silk white neck catches the sun, a worthy pedestel to bear it's pride. The equine head shows no hate, its eyes a soft blue with peace do gaze, through the trees and evaluates me. I feel no fear but awe in its presence, peace wafts over, all is good. |