From the knots in a wooden fence
a face appears to me of an animal
I’ve never seen or heard of before.
Part cat and part unicorn
while the mystical horn
spires out of its head.
Its expression is serious,
yet its eyes seem to smile
as if deep in thought
this Uni-Cat etched in wood.
Could this be a daydream
or my imagination playing tricks on me,
or maybe it is some mythical beast
from long, long ago.
Whatever it is
its face stares at me.
30 March 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its face stares at me. Nice piece of work.