Unicorn sonnet (Talking to my packhorse about ambition)
Shutter cocked, hidden in Forest depths
lens casting about for alabaster
mane, or a grainy glimpse by hairsbreadth
of another lead in the holy hunt, faster
foundlings than jackrabbits or -alopes,
and worth a pretty penny more than
any swan-neck ‘monster’ in the shallows.
My ancestors might have held out for an
elaborately carved shard of keratin,
treasure of his brow, silv’r-blood amphora.
I just want an appearance again on
Netflix: Paranormal Caught on Camera.
I’ll wait by this lake and I’ll capture him soon,
‘les’n I flag down a truck, buy a cone for you.
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Love your story! The noncommittal tone is again, very funny. I like that you mention mythic beasts and paranormal tv shows…then come down to earth with an ice cream truck. Fun!
So decadent.