I realised this morning
that the unicorn is dead...

Unhoused and unnamed,
Smothered by damp grey gauze fume...

Candystripe petals peek
through deep green leaves...

Cobwebs glisten with dew
As morning sun wakes...

Surrounded by noise
I sit in peaceful contemplation...

Warm sunlight bathes the weary soul
who sits beside his worldly goods...

Slam the steel door and fasten it tight
Make sure it’s sealed to keep out the light...

Caught within these painted walls, unable to get...
On endless loops the days pass by...

The halls were decked
The table set...

Lets decorate the house and hold a party.
To celebrate Dad's birthday...

Sitting in the sun she drowses,
raising her face to bathe in the mid day heat...

A hole it was, a rabbit hole,
So small and neat and round...