CHIMERA

At dusk I found it silent there

And sudden caught it in my hand

It squeaked and hollered with despair

But I was young of ruthless mind.

I scooped and cupped it in my palm

So it would no more come to harm

Yet quick I knew to let it go

It was not mine to have nor hold.

E’er since that day I’ve gathered twine

To knot and glue unto a rime

Resigned that tunes will never bind

Shimmering shadows tossed in time.