Rapidly Changing Chameleon
Being a chameleon is easy for I am born under Gemini sign
Mercurial and free flowing, I am held to my own desires
I wake up as Pollock one morning, Poe the next.
Coleridge and Van Gogh may not show up until Thursday
if at all. It might not be their week.
Yesterday I was a peacock before chameleon me appeared.
Male of course, as they have the prettiest colors of aqua and cobalt.
The day before, I was an oak. A giant Cheshire cat was sitting on me.
I am not averse to being a closet monster either.
It is one of my happiest memories.
Honesty protrudes out of my art and writings when I am human.
When I am the wind, or the daffodil, I merely am.
I never know what I will be.
Sometimes I change in the middle of a thought.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
I am now a wolf, a lone wolf, so stand back and keep your distance.
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