Camouflage
Greens and reds and yellows too,
Claim a place within the view
Of probing eyes that seek to find,
Satisfaction for their mind.
Browns and grays and muted greens,
Lend a helpful hand,
And tans and pinks and pearly hues,
No picnic in the sand!
White can surely cover the forest,
Chase the vision into dimness,
Bleary characters still a-moving
Yet the scene creates distress!
If you cannot turn and find
The entity changing in mid-stream,
All the changes that are made
Will cloak the ever-pending ream!
Copyright © Lena Smith Carter | Year Posted 2015
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