The Unicorn with the long white horn
Is beautiful and wild.
He gallops across the forest green
So quickly that he’s seldom seen
Where Peacocks their blue feathers preen
And strawberries grow wild.
He flees the hunter and the hounds,
Upon black earth his white hoof pounds,
Over cold mountain streams he bounds
And comes to a meadow mild;
There, when he kneels to take his nap,
He lays his head in a lady’s lap
As gently as a child.
By William Jay Smith
Artist Rebecca Guay
Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/531188960392510/posts/1842880665889993/