Did you know it was the unicorn/bounding through the wood/ who rounded up the animals by tows,/ male and female,/ and led them to the landing where/ old Noah stood,/ checking an alphabetical/ reservation list?"" The prose-poem describes the Unicorn's efforts to get the animals boarded in order--he has the beavers build a turnstile and puts the unruly serpents in their place. For all his trouble he's made to swim behind the ark in a lifebuoy, and after forty days he's turned, miraculously, into a Narwhale! Mrs. Vizbara doubles the not-altogether-nonsense with glowing, marbleized backgrounds and violet limned figures, making the words work into the total design. An imaginative though sometimes self-conscious picture-poem--will please or confound by its production, its wit, its pizzaz.