Unicorns At Play

In the moon’s white light
We play in our soft meadow
Dancing over grass.

Beneath the gold stars,
Piercing the dark of the land,
Our bright horns shimmer.

While the black clouds roll
Our manes flicker with lightning
And our hooves thunder.

At dusk in the trees
You may see a faint shining
Welcoming the night.

When dawn opens day
Our shadows might still linger
In a loving heart.

A Haiku by Liz