My Little Chameleon

Up and over I jumped the fence With howls and barks left behind. Slipped my backpack on my back And to the hills I ran. The stars were watching me And the trees were hiding me. I walked and walked so breathelessly Until I came across a mystery. You hissed and flared at my touch Turning black to match the night. I picked you up in my hands You were no bigger than my thumb. Between my fingers you lie and sleep. Faded greys, and mellow greens Are the colours you now keep, When climbing up my golden streaks. While I lie beneath the African sun Away from city bustling runs. You taught me many things About adapting phases Changing One. One step, one step at a time You adapted once again. My little warrior you’ve become My Dearest little Wyatt