Unicorns Poem by Fathmath Sana

Poor little Unicorn. Gathering clouds forewarn It'll be left all alone In the coming storm. While Pegasus flying above With wings spread in mythical love Seeing the Unicorn's plight Senses an answer which is in flight. A mating made in Heaven As well as on earth Gives rise to another In eleven months birth. Now soaring above all to see What is of the land and the sea The Unipeg runs about in the mind's eye (Or is it a Pegahorn that has learned to fly.) Surely it was meant for them to survive Even as one watches the clouds in the sky And when the eyes are closed to shield from the sun One can see the UniPeg fly and the Pegahorn run. s