The Lazy Artist
Hornedby Michelle M. Mead
And when the oxen came, the stars had touched the sun
the sheep left in the meadow had only just begun to run
gardens filled with fairies wearing feathers in their caps
while bees made the honey and the spiders set their traps
One Ox looked in surprise as he came upon her there
the Unicorn as white as snow was prancing in the air
he wondered then if maybe he could be as magical as she
like no other on the farm with such grace and running free
Unicorn tossed her hair to let him know that she agreed
that even those born upon a farm one day could be freed
she liked the sparkle in his eye though his body was quite old
she knew that within his chest beat a heart both strong and bold
Ox followed Unicorn out into the farthest fields one May
they danced among the lilies though he knew they couldnï¿½t stay
days they passed, as did the grass, turning into clean white snow
Ox he worried, but Unicorn knew, December's cold would go
"I don't understand why you stay with me," said Ox to his friend,
"There are others far better when you have some time to spend."
"Because, dear friend, with your strength there is some hope for me,"
said Unicorn. "Don't be forlorn, it's in magic that I still believe."
So Ox took a few tentative steps to walk along with his true mate
still unsure if he was wrong and if together they tempted fate
but like Unicorn he knew he must believe in his wildest dreams
and that what is and what will be are not always what they seem
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