Impossible, By Brian37 ( By Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

The muse changes colors
With chameleon skill
Camouflage blots
Green, beige, brown, black

Impossible patterns emerge
The quill sparks my urge
Crimson spy, letters surge
Roses die, in winter’s gloom

It’s jiggles slowly forward
Blending in, on a branch
Methodically, in a trance
Words begin to dance

Slowly like a waltz in the woods
Stalked by the raptors , they read your words
But hiding is futile, discovery inevitable
Enigma machine creates this world

Oh chameleon, I implore you
Shoot out your tongue
I will be that dragon fly
You devour for fun

Camouflage I know
You were not supposed to do
Green, beige and black and blue
Try paisley, or plaid

I dare you, make me glad
Argyle maybe, won’t make me sad
Checkered amoeba came out to play
They shouldn’t exist you say?

The poet will always make a way.