…….Sonnet 37 – Chameleons
The lizard alters shades of his attire
To blend into its background and escape
A predator when situation’s dire –
A trick of sensing color and, it ape.
The pressure of the moment brings a change,
Like blush upon a cheek or face grown pale.
To stand with all, but different is strange –
A thought which moves so many men to quail.
Thus, like the lizard, some will find a hue
That makes them like another – laugh or dress.
They sense the tint and bid themselves adieu,
And take a new persona to impress.
Chameleon, because it’s insecure
Makes color change; too, men who aren’t quite sure.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.
Those last 6 lines are excellent
Thanks. I value your comments because of the poetry you yourself write.