'The Rabid Unicorn'
8/1/07

The hunter stalks the prey.
Moving unseen through its domain.
Dashing from tree to bush.
All forest-kin fall silent at his approach.
Aware of the deaths harbinger.
Slowly the pure white beast appears.
Grazing lazily in the meadow below.
The hunter begins the crawl to the floor.
The wind at his face conceals the approach.
Raising slowly from his perch,
Nocked an arrow to the bowstring
The hunter stands to find the prey vanished.
Turning in panic he finds the Unicorn.
Freezing in fear he is gored through the stomach.
Blood dripping from the wound,
The hunter wonder if it was moral to hunt;
Unicorn, noblest of beast, crazed as it is.
With heavy eyes the hunter never answers his query.