And so we arrive at the sixth day in this poetic odyssey. Today's poem is inspired by that famous lizard which can not only camouflage itself, but can move its eyeballs independent and catch prey with a sticky tongue.
Chameleon
It dwells on low hanging branches,
still until a passing insect
lands within its range.
Creeping forward amongst the leaves
with the precision and stiffness
of a clockwork doll,
the chameleon eyes the bug
with pin-point pupils,
the reptilian sniper's sights.
A flash of red ribbon,
the jaws snap shut,
and the waiting begins again.
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