Chameleon Poem by Valentin Busuioc

Chameleon

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in the winter
death is a white hare

in the summer
it takes the colour of the forest

this hare is rather fearful
it only sits on its hind legs
and looks around
careful not to be spotted

and as old as it is
no one has ever seen it
more than once

Saturday, November 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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