Displeased Chameleon
Why am I red
when I'm out in the field?
Why am I blue
when I'm clinging in the forest?
Why am I green
when I'm swimming in the sea?
Layered pigment betrayed me
Gleeful iris tricked me
Gland of mucous lied to me
A displeased chameleon
Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 20:14 • Labels: chagrin, doubt, glum, L, poem, poet
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