The Unicorn - John Bliven Morin2013©Hawaii USA
Bill Bowditch saw a unicorn
on the day his child was born;
‘Twas on his way from work that day,
his wife was in the family way.
Along the country road, some white
thing nearby caught his sight;
It was a horse, at first he thought,
until his eye, the great horn caught!
He stopped in wonderment to see
this fabled beast among the trees,
then, in a flash, the thing was gone,
but he knew he’d seen a unicorn.
When he got home he found his wife
had given birth to a sweet, new life,
a little girl, fair as a queen;
he quite forgot the sight he’d seen.
A year with his daughter, fair and mild;
again his wife was great with child.
He homeward went one early morn,
again he saw the unicorn,
and Billy’s heart was filled with joy;
he knew his wife had borne a boy.
Before each birth, year after year,
The unicorn would, each time, appear.
When he was old and children grown,
his goodwife gone and all alone,
by the window he sat forlorn,
and lo! He saw the unicorn!
Next day the cottage, empty, lay;
friends wondered how he’d gone away.
His neighbor said he’d seen, in truth,
Bill Bowditch, looking like a youth,
in bright colors was young Bill adorned,
astride a great white unicorn!
Ne’er seen again by mortal eyes
Bill Bowditch passed to Paradise.
Copyright (C) 2013 by John Bliven Morin