One morning I woke up and found that my husband had spoken this poem into my iPhone while I was sleeping. I asked him if I could share it on my STUFF page. He loves the STUFF page and is even on occasion, a silent, anonymous contributor! He said I could post it as long as I explained the way you catch a unicorn! So here goes. The unicorn, through its intemperance and not knowing how to control itself, for the love it has for fair maidens forgets its ferocity and wildness; and laying aside all fear it will go up to a seated damsel and go to sleep in her lap, and thus the hunters capture it.