To Camouflage…
We want to be different;
to be noticed
but not too different.
We also want to be loved
but also respected.
One of the gang
but also special.
Leopards and Zebras and Holsteins when bunched together
appear to be one
’til one steps away.
The spindly legged Zebra colt moves toward the patch of black and yellow flowers
and becomes lunch.
Fred loosens his tie and others notice
but not so much.
Delilah wags her tail and grins her doggie grin;
we miss her still.
Art creates art.
and becomes popular and
then not.
And Art’s art is forgotten
as is Art.
To Camouflage.
or not to camouflage;
is that the question?
To Camouflage…..?
