Not what it seems

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