Danielle N. Calhoun

UNICORN TRAIL

Soft white snow on the ground,
Looking close I see a small trail.

A pair of hooves, a mother and child,
Possibly horses, walking many miles,
Looking for a shelter, a warm place to hide.

I follow the trail and much to my surprise,
It’s not a horse, and her small babe,
Two white Unicorns, with free flowing manes.

Their horns their only light,
On this dark cold night,
How they must feel,
To be so alone,
I walk up to them,
No fear do I show.

The baby nudges me,
With her muzzle,
Gives me a kiss,
Her mother beside her,
The only witness.

The mother kneels,
Letting me ride,
Close at her heels,
The baby runs behind.

They take me to a meadow,
A place not so cold,
The sun shining brightly,
A world all their own.

It is then that I realize,
That they were not lost,
They wanted to show me,
The place they call home.

I slide of the steed, as she kneels low,
The baby beside me, she does not leave me alone,
We walk to a tower, made of Crystal and glass,
A moment forever, in my mind, in the past.

I see it so clearly, even when I wake,
The place where they live,
The unicorn, and her babe.