To my daughter,
dazzling as a unicorn,
ten just now,
and double wow!
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Happy Birthday to our little unicorn. When she isn’t a unicorn, she’s a cat or a moose. Whatever her current guise, she’s a lot of fun. Have a magical day!
My poem about my unicorn is more of a memoir. I hunted for other unicorns in the blogosphere, and I found a few nibbles:
A long time ago, when the earth was green
and there was more kinds of animals than you’ve ever seen,
and they run around free while the world was bein’ born,
and the lovliest of all was the Unicorn.
There was green alligators and long-neck geese.
There was humpy bumpy camels and chimpanzees.
There was catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you’re born
the lovliest of all was the Unicorn.
I rode a rainbow unicorn.
We sailed across the sky.
(I’d fed him lots of Skittles,
since they always make him fly.)