Metaphors, chameleons, hide in poem\'s leaves
Creatures hidden, that the unseeing eye deceives
Nature\'s changing colors melt into where they lay
Their deceit giving little meaning to reading birds of prey
Slow moving, undetected amidst images more clear
Camouflaged eloquence unobserved but so near
Born with a prehensile tale
To catch their prey a sticky tongue they unveil