unicorn

I still believe in the possibilities that keep the creative magic working in our minds eye. If you look carefully you can almost see the horn. I am sure that somewhere in a misty meadow just as the first rays of light caress the mossy side of an old apple tree a unicorn tastes the fruit from long ago.

Or on just the right moon-lighted night you may glimpse the shadow of a unicorn as it blends into the night sky.