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An Escape! Not the First! I know won't be the last. But this one was fruitful. Cover Image by Toa Heftiba https://unsplash.com/@heftiba

Chameleon

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by Hellopitty34

by Hellopitty34

Chameleon~ greens similar to melons

Their ruddere skin, adapting every suzerain

Dry yet sneaky, patiently watching

I would have named you Tom. for peeping

nimbly, you prance like a speeding steed

and playing with your food, no

I meant playing dead on my feet

Thinking you are clever by a street.

By Odin Beard, this thick Audacity of yours!

I acknowledge.

You are the master of color disguise

Should I choose your ability

A Wish wise?

Let me know in my sleep nice

You run into that hole of yours,

where I can't reach you

Only to sneak out,

when there is a little blackout

Glancing my way, you think I won't notice

your color disguise is for the week of mind

I am not some meek you noticed

with bright sight, I watched

Image credit: Viktor keri

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