Attempts at Happiness

Have you ever seen a pack of chameleons?

I sat in a tree, pond'ring the fact that

those that blend in so too travel alone. 

They may, like families, avoid attack, 

but not from pred'tors' fear; they notice none.

I wonder if chameleons notice themselves. 

Sometimes, I question if they're their predator own, 

baffled considering a mirror beheld

and what picture would be in front of one. 

They are those lacking an identity. 

But what vers'tility? And prowess still!

What harnessing of full control, purest safety!

How light and free they are, invisible.

Yet a family, a story, is not found. 

Those without and aren't others' burdens are not sound.