The unicorn occasionally visits Sarah in her garden [under a shining moon]. Whispers: tell me of your dreams. Your fretful moments. Speak truly, so I might soften one burden.
Restore peace to my quarrelling parents? Sarah muses.
Straighten friend Abby’s deformed foot?
Sarah broods, under the stubborn weight of fairness.
Gary Thomson [hesitantly] believes in unicorns.