In the early morning light from a steamy window.

I spy a shadowy figure walking elegantly past the parked cars.

It makes no sound and appears to have no one to fear.

Its exhaled breath floats away like a spirit in the chilly morning air.

I stand and look down on the scene holding my breath in case it hears my breathing.

I know it’s not likely through the double glazing.

I stand in wonder at the incongruity of beauty in such a place.

I always thought that they lived in areas of open space.

In a highly populated area with the road noises constant hum.

The late night drunks that fight and shout around the streets.

The intrusive sound of sirens that pierces what goes for silence here.

Who would have thought that in the poor end of town I would see the Bury St Edmunds Unicorn?