Chameleon Poem by Fiona Pimentel

In the garden I have made,
There’s a cool sweet breeze,
Feel it, lazing in the shade,
Or as you climb up trees.

Chameleon, you take fright,
How I wish you’d stay,
Turning yourself brown at night,
Bright colours in the day.

I see you yellow, red, blue
And all the shades of green;
Yet when I come to look for you,
You’re nowhere to be seen.

Maybe you just like to roam,
Wandering around,
No-one knowing of your home,
Nor where you can be found.