They lost their true selves
changed beliefs with shifting winds
chameleons at heart.
Photo from yesterday’s walk: a Jamaican Anole. Species brought to Bermuda in 1905 in a futile attempt to control the Mediterranean Fruit Fly. I’ve not seen any fruit flies — so perhaps it has done its job? Reminds me of a chameleon…although these are its permanent colors.
lillian the home poet 
I love the metaphor of the chameleon applied to “true selves” and hearts.
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Thanks, Melinda. Just a little ditty — for some reason, my recent poems have been longer. Saw this fella on a hike and the haiku just came out! 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂 So this fellow changes before your eyes like a chameleon?
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Actually this anole does not change colors — except from youth to maturity. Very dull in youth and in maturity, these beautiful colors. It stays this way — hides quite well in vibrant greens. Used his photo for the poem….even though poem is about a chameleon….just because I was so surprised to see him and because he is a beauty!
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