Have you see the Unicorn?
He hides amidst a forest of words
Which make him hard to see

No
Not
Nothing
Is not
Cannot
Ever
Be

But he is there
At the edge of the wood
He sometimes comes to stand
To enlighten a world that does not see
The fabric of his land

See
See there beneath the tree!
See his silver coat
That gleams without the sun!
See his slender spiralled horn
That says we are one!

See with head tossed back
His feet strike sparks from out the ground!
See, with eyes of smouldering fire
Looks he around
This Unicorn
The symbol out of which ideas are born

Some say he is a myth and cannot be
As they pass by they do not even see the tree
But they should never mock his fabled crown
His concept is the path to where
True answers may be found

And should you think this talk is foolish and unsound
I shall not be offended
You are free to keep on looking at the ground

--Egal Bohen
Cornwall, England
http://poetryofegalbohen.blogspot.com/

I took this photo of one the ice sculptures on the first day of my community's winter festival. Alas, our unseasonably warm weather was already causing many of them to melt.