They went to find the unicorn. They were certain that it existed. Too many travellers had returned with matching descriptions for it to be a case of mistaken identity.
They’d even put it on their coat of arms.
Unicorns stood for something: wonder, magic, seeing the beauty of the world.
They went north first, in great ships. One day, they saw a unicorn’s horn emerging from beneath the waves. Perhaps the horse was amphibian!
No, it was some strange, ugly creature, fooling them with a twisted tusk.
If there were no unicorns, they could see no beauty in the world.
Tom Juniper Poetry 