unicorns and stray cats what could i say to that

I envy the narwhal,

crags of immobile

(rock?)

ice water.

Can I get you

a drink?

The motor is cozy

this time of

day,

off at the

first sign

of meal time.

I could have sworn

that I’ve never seen a unicorn,

all doey eyed

and smelling of webcam porn.

In the guardian,

where it’s damp

and warm,

I’ve met with

a handful of stray cats.

A swarm!

Who are you,

and why don’t you

buckle up for the storm?

The eunuchs

and spray-on tats

are half-priced

and off the record.

Do you want

a receipt?

The unicorn is extra,

and the cats

are all you can eat.