Finding What You Look For

I thought I saw an unicorn
Happily grazing on my lawn.
I’m fairly sure I saw one horn
‘Though it was still dark before dawn.

There are fairies in my garden
Tending flowers that they’re guarding.
When I pick one I ask their pardon,
But I can feel their glares harden.

The gnome living under that tree
Thinks that he is hidden from me.
I admit he is hard to see,
But small footprints hint where he be.

I suspect a troll lives next door --
His unmown yard is an eyesore.
At nights I’m sure I hear him snore.
Despite all, he is my neighbor.

Perhaps it is my fantasy
To see what others do not see.
But such a life often pleases me
To stretch a bit reality.