THE UNICORN
When the night draws near at the end of the day
Weary children climb stairs to go into their beds
They lay down sleepy heads without having a fear
Riding into sweet dreams that draw softly near
Their heads rest on pillows so fluffy and soft
Snuggling beneath covers, their thoughts drift aloft
Safe in the knowledge that in a stable faraway
There is a milk white steed preparing his way
He lifts his head and shakes his soft downy wings
And takes to the clouds with the greatest of speed
For he knows that below there are many that need
His power to dispel all evils from their nightly sleep
From their beds the children give the gentlest of smiles
And in the merest of whispers they say just one word
Neither mother nor father can hear this soft sound
But to the ears of the steed flying high like a bird
Comes this quietest of sounds of just one word
“The Unicorn!!!!
Author :: Jacquei Essex [ Pilar de la Horadada, Spain ]