Journeyman (Part 9)

I remember that among the phoenices and the feathered serpents and the gryphons and all the mythical beasts of sea and sky — there was a unicorn. And you would not know it to look at that one, but it was a key to a very quiet garden.

And the Fool, one sunny day he strolled along a hilly path (or perhaps, some would call it a cliff's edge).

Cattrain

Cat sleeps in the rain
Tiny bullets, no pain
Nothing to explain
In his little domain

Somewhere the unicorn tosses her head
Envies the cat who is limp in his bed.