One day I was walking on the dirt path's side
When I saw a unicorn shining wih pride
It turned to me with stars in its eyes
And I turned to it in bemuse from the hunters lies
I walked over to it with shaking nerves
While it calmly stood still, unaffected by hunters lures
I tried to touch it but it ran away
I still think about it to his very day
I've always kept it under suppress
But I still wonder just how many are left
Like your dream poem,
Like your dream poem, well written and a good read. I also love the unreal quality of the poem and that wistful regret about the unicorns dwindeling numbers.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thank You
Thanks, I mainly wanted to create a happy poem for once and had just read a book called "The Last Unicorn" and I made this poem out of my head and a mix of the book.