Stable Hand

As I swept out the stables I felt a gentle nudge
these horses were so friendly, I felt blessed to have this job
turning to give him a pat my head hit something solid
imagine my shock when I saw a large translucent horn
This was no ordinary horse but a magical unicorn!


My head was in a spin, should I saddle him
when I noticed his wings folded
so I jumped astride, my joy I could not hide
Then out and up we went at a steep descent
over the fertile fields we climbed with birds winging by!

Flash Fiction Challenge


  1. A beautiful poem about a unicorn. It symbolizes unfulfilled dreams and desires and longing for something that is difficult to obtain.

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