the chameleon he knew how to change colors mixed well with the surrounding put him with the owls and his heart began pounding got good eyes got a great tongue too sing him a song too and he would disappoint you serene and clam he never had fits of rage put him with ravens he'll die in young age leaves and branches were his good friends put him with thorns and brushes he'll not complain , but try to blend in he was a great creature he is no more being put where he didn't belong great sorrow his heart bore he told to nature put me there , I'll blend but he found out his ways were too hard to mend at first he thought it will take some time let me put more effort after all I'm master of mine but things started to slip out of his hands , he felt drained , yet not able to leave as if trapped in sand and then every waking hour only one thing he dreamt how much would be different if he belonged where he meant ever so slowly he began to rot . #review #chameleon #poetry