Chimerical Creature interrupts smooth to introduce spikey
ignores silence of every frosty kind but prefers morning

avoids rulers — 
straight off at the sight of one

asks impossible questions
twinkle in one eye while slightly angry in the other

maintains poise on sheer plod
which is not flat in any sense at all

always ready to take flight
wings help if they are impossible too

actually no help is needed
the best fun can be difficult to believe

look! there! flapping just ahead
chimerical swinging doors letting light leak over everything

but can you trust those nostrils
snorting chimerical breath rosy as many fingered dawns?

ah Gerard my dear! what you saw
dappled things!

poem by Jo Mariner / Chimerical Creature figurine molded by Victor Shabalala at zimele original ceramics