Chameleon

I am, that I am... A chameleon... Shifting between the hues That camouflage my insecurities, That others will think I'm a natural fit To the terrain of my environment That I might remain hidden and safe From the pretatory dangers Of those that hunt out vulnerability, And climb atop a warmed rock To bask, uncaringly, in the sun Skillfully scrambling, on feet, (that cannot hurry me fast enough) To blend into yet another backdrop Of blues and greens and flecks of gold Beneath branches of sudden escape I am...that I am A chameleons... Ever ready to meld into a harmless entity Eye-catchingly quick to disappear from sight In a flash of changing color Protected by the armor that is My ingrained ability to adapt.