Poetry · Writing

only horse with a horn

you were a unicorn

i the hunter,

with my rubberband gun

i hoped to keep you-

still

to hold near

to have that kodak moment

to wave a brush like a wand

not to harm or for the mantle

before the distant leap

a beauty never to dismantle

a unicorn today

a unicorn tomorrow

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