26 January, 2006.
A wolf howled for a playmate,
A wild boar snuffled alone.
A poet sought for a meaning —
And a Unicorn danced in the stars.
Three lions roared at the prairie,
An eagle watched from his rock.
A piper's tune sang of heartbreak —
And a Unicorn danced in the stars.
"We are alone!" cried the eagle.
"I too am alone," cried the wolf.
"It is our fate," said the wild boar —
And the Unicorn danced in the stars.
The prairie lay unsleeping,
The poet and piper ceased work.
The stars rained down their lightshafts —
And the Unicorn danced in the stars.
"All will be well!" sang the glories;
"I am still alone," said the wolf.
"But all will be well," said the glories —
And the Unicorn danced in the stars.
Pure and wild danced the Unicorn;
"The world is not ended," said he.
"Hope yet for the lonely," the stars said;
And the Unicorn danced in the stars.
