Unicorn

A revised poem of one I did last year. Enjoy.

Dust on the ground
Spinning round and round
Rays coming down, down, down
But in the peace of nature
In the quiet glory
Stands a lone white figure
With a look to the left
Then a look to the right
He flees out of sight
So all that remains
Is the dust on the ground
Spinning round and round
Rays coming down, down, down