When I was just a little boy, perhaps just over 3,
I climbed like any monkey might into an apple tree.
When I had reached the highest branch, I looked down at the world,
And far below I spied a little unicorn, all curled
Up in a ball and sleeping. It was white. It had one horn…
It was so small it looked as if it had been newly born.
I wanted to cry out so all could know what I could see.
Before I could, the unicorn woke up and looked at me.
She winked and nodded. The she rose and flew up past where I
Was sitting in the apple tree, and on into the sky.
But as she sailed beyond me she said, “I was here for you.
Don’t tell a soul you’ve seen me, please, but don’t doubt it was true.”
I grew up, as all children must, and I climbed trees no more.
I had three children of my own. When one of them was 4,
She came in from the yard one day, a smile upon her face.
There was about her some new knowledge that I couldn’t place.
She said, “I saw a magic thing that I can’t share with you.”
I asked her nothing more because I knew that it was true.