The Chameleon Poem by Jaime Montanez Salcedo

From the darkness of its obscure dwelling,
Unseen like a shadow in dense umbrage,
By myriad of disguises swiftly welling
Thus dead branch or colorful foliage,
Blends like a mist in its pilgrimage,
Slumbering its way, to guilelessness inept,
And with swerving eyes in deceit adept.
Frail creature, in deception lays its faith,
Yet with shrewd reverence men emulate.
Subtle thought. 'Could one be the other's wraith?
Or wantonness of fancy, vision such fate?
So let neither beguile nor speculate,
For this I know - cannot be turned aside-
No lizard would ever be what some men hide.