Birds fly away
bears defend
‘possoms play dead
and chameleons blend.
I have no wings,
I am not strong,
I fidget too much
to play dead long.
So I guess I’ll blend
but please don’t blab it,
I’m over here disguised
as a filing cabinet.
#228
Birds fly away
bears defend
‘possoms play dead
and chameleons blend.
I have no wings,
I am not strong,
I fidget too much
to play dead long.
So I guess I’ll blend
but please don’t blab it,
I’m over here disguised
as a filing cabinet.
#228
I know why the snake sheds her skin.
Self-reinvention being a hobby of mine, I envy
her ability to slide out of her personal slip cover,
her new skin gleaming and fresh,
A personal do-over.
I know why the caterpillar cocoons.
I, who often dream of flying, sometimes curl
up in my duvet and wonder how long
I’d have to sleep before
the wings grew.
And in that sleep I’d dream the answer
to every question, the key for every lock,
the solution to every problem.
I’d rise into the air, free from pain, doubt, and fear.
I know why the chameleon blends.
How many times have I wished my skin
would take on the pattern of the couch covers?
“She was here a minute ago” they’d say
“Where did she go?”
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