The dainty silvery unicorn

Tosses his silky mane

And paws the air.

He sniffs the wind,

Tastes the magic fog,

And gallops off into

The mystical forest.

Unseen by many,

Briefly glimpsed by some.

Pursued by others.

A lucky few race with him,

Drinking in the heady wine

Of an enchanted life.

Joanna Ballard - May 17, 1980