The Unicorn

It was a cloudy morning

The mountains draped in haze

Looked mysteriously amazing!

Somewhere amidst the thick forest

The shrill call of the cuckoo pierced the foreboding silence

The clock struck 4

Time for the usual walk down the hill

Towards the fields to accompany her mother, Jill

It was a path known to her well

But the weather threatened a storm approach

Nevertheless she set off armed with a staff and a torch

Humming the favorite mountain song

When all of a sudden thunder roared above

Like a warning about the danger ahead!

Her little feet trotted along in full speed

While darkness descended much earlier than expected

The faint glimmer of the torch was not enough

She had to slow down in desperation

Was afraid of the desolate road

Sensed danger hidden in the gloomy corners

Her little heart skipped a beat

When she heard a twig creak

She glanced behind only to find

A beautiful white unicorn standing alone

Its head held high and its coat dazzling

Even in the blackness it shone like silver pristine

Amazed, she followed it, felt strangely safe

In its company by her side

The gloominess vaporized with its silvery luminance

She went ahead in confidence

Heard the trees whispering with the wind

“It’s the Magical Unicorn with the little girl from the hills”

As she neared the fields, she felt the distance with the unicorn increase

She heard her mother shout her name in joy

As she was enveloped in her warm embrace

From the corner of her eyes she could see

The silvery halo fading into the haze

The big kind eyes smiled with love immense

Their story is remembered even to this day by the green leaves

The forest still whispers with the wind

“It was the Magical Unicorn with the little girl from the hills”