Chameleon
Location
My skin blends in with my surroundings.
I am the backdrop, not the foreground.
I scurry across the dirt
and waltz upon the leaves
Unless in a safe place, I am silent.
I dart for cover
If anything looks at me,
I look back with my awkward face
Texture is to my advantage
I may be rough as a rock
Or smooth as stone
Both show that I can hold my own
I can be covered in down
Or chantilly lace,
But the look never corresponds
To my peculiar face
Color is my convenience
Color is my cover
Color is my curse
If not one separate color,
I am a different shade.
If not brown, then tan.
If not dirt, then sand.
To my teachers I may be yellow,
To my friends I may be pink,
To my teammates I am purple,
Or whichever color for that day of the week.
Sometimes I am more complex,
Featuring Robin’s Egg Blue,
Razzmatazz red
Or a lively chartreuse
Bright and fun
These colors may seem
But in the jungle
They are too extreme
A predator’s eye
Can be caught with ease,
Colors that can hurt me
Are too easily seen
Much of the time
I am about as integrated
As a hunter’s orange vest
In the sea of green.
I try to be neutral,
I try to fit in
But sometimes I can’t hide
My neon skin
I am a reptilian freak
Among cute koalas
Among talented toucans
Among graceful jungle cats
I am either the irrelevant backdrop
Or the one who stands out obnoxiously in the crowd
No one ever sees my true color
For I am the chameleon among the trees