Unicorn

This is another poem about how I see the subject. Enjoy and comment!

Unicorn

A proud and fiery creature. Strong and free like the wind. Running through the undergrowth with his woodland friends. His horn, pure white and curvy, stronger than an elephant's tusk. It sparkles in the light that manages to cut through the canopy of moss and leaves. Below where the unicorn steps flowers and plants cover its tracks. He never trips on a single root or branch which sticks up from the ground. He steps lightly, not a sound to be heard from his hooves. His mane and tail stretch out behind him, and his little friends hurry to keep him company. A mystical being so great and powerful. 

A Unicorn.

Author's Note

Tell me how you think I can improve on this poem. Also what do you call a poem that doesn't rhyme?

Reviews

[Jennifer Shaw]

This was a lovely read! Unicorns are quite mysterious, aren't they? You've captured their elusive enigma quite beautifully here. Very pretty!