“The Unicorn” by Amanda C. Davis

You never saw a unicorn.

It wasn’t really there.

The streak of white was just a flight of sunlight and a flare.

There never was a unicorn.

You wouldn’t ever catch it.

But how you ran and stretched your hand to touch it — there was magic.

Amanda C. Davis‘s poetry has appeared in Goblin Fruit and Not One of Us, among others.

Published in Kaleidotrope, Autumn 2015 | www.kaleidotrope.net