chameleon

the chameleon
appears, like magic
in shades
of pink and grey.

luminescent greens,
blues like an egg,
or jay. brushed
in stripes, in clear
clean waves.

how she slithers
along the cold
concrete
then stills
herself
for the suns
warm rays.

how
she runs
at the sound of any
foot,
or derisive
tone, or voice
sounding like a
war
drum.

she flits away,
the cool liquidity
of her, quickly
disappearing between
the cracks
of a world
beyond her.