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
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