A Camouflaged Chameleon

Swaying through the green grass,

Staring at you with his big eyes,

Is a chameleon.

When I was younger I scurried,

From one place to another,

I always kept myself

Camouflaged wherever I went.

Now I am older I stay on

The ground, eating leaves on the

Wet, humid mud.

Sometimes I dart from tree to tree,

But most of the time I

Scamper in the grass.

When my predator is chasing me

I go in the grass and

Camouflage myself so

Nobody can see me.

Most of the time I keep

My eyes on the watch so I

Can see what is happening.

And I also keep my ears open

So I can hear if he is close

To water so he can drink.