Jolly
Chameleon
Her motion lingers in pace
Eyes rolling and bulging
Its head blunt and ugly
Hesitant in approach
Though with a firm tail
That coils in style
Gripping the tender tendrils
The master of camouflage
Not only in colours
But motion that disguises
With a tongue that flings
Incapacitating the pray
And happy is the chameleon
Though slow in motion
Gifted with eyes
As big as fish eyes in the
pond
Or hawks that terrorize from
the sky
And the slow motion
A mimicking motion
Floundering in the clear
With no mud or flood
Though the foliage dense
Blending with the fragile
frame
The permeating rays blended
As chameleon changes colour
Out to suffocate the termite
Happy chameleon in hiding
Though visible and ugly
Think of the chameleon
Not the loveliest of creatures
From childhood my agony
Though not her pray
Not like a fly
But my body remains chilly
Thinking of the ugly chameleon
Clinging on my back
May be by mistake |
