John Bliven Morin (September 16th,1936 / New London, CT)
The Unicorn (part 1 of 2)
Bill Bowditch saw a unicorn
on the day his child was born;
'Twas on his way from work that day,
his wife was in the family way.
Along the country road, some white
thing nearby caught his sight;
It was a horse, at first he thought,
until his eye, the great horn caught!
He stopped in wonderment to see
this fabled beast among the trees,
then, in a flash, the thing was gone,
but he knew he'd seen a unicorn.
When he got home he found his wife
had given birth to a sweet, new life,
a little girl, fair as a queen;
he quite forgot the sight he'd seen.
A year with his daughter, fair and mild;
again his wife was great with child.
He homeward went one early morn,
again he saw the unicorn,
and Billy's heart was filled with joy;
he knew his wife had borne a boy.
Before each birth, year after year,
The unicorn would, each time, appear.
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