If I were a snowman,
I would be panicking. Also
I would be asking how I came
to be on this May day when
there is nothing bar blue skies
(actually black with starlight
but light bends weirdly in our
atmosphere)
blazing sun and no wind.
I would be querying my fate
but also my creation, for
there is no chance for snow
to appear in such conditions
and yet here I am.
How did I get here?
How might I survive?
Maybe I am a unicorn?