The Unicorn.(dikt)

The Unicorn.

In our left garden
lives a mystical unicorn.

Every morning he lies on his stomach
drinking water from our pond.

In the middle of the day
he visits his good friend”the Bronze Unicorn”
Maybe they are relatives,
him and the statue?

I think he’s really old
cause it takes him all day
just to walk from the pond
over to the big sycamore tree,
where he disappears in the evening.