As She Danced

As she dances and prances at the edge of the sea like a cloud, her beauty is beyond me. As I watch her, my heart skips a beat, she carries a horn on her head, and mane glistens like gold, as she comes to a stop and looks at me, her eyes so blue as deep as deepest sea. She is as white as snow, who is she? You tell me. Could it be the unicorn of the sea? Yes it is she.

By Juanita Fraser