One day, while feeling the urge to purge my prized and pampered plants of pests,
I patrolled my garden on a mission to seek out and destroy unwanted guests.
And, while at work with the painstaking stalking of my prey,
I came upon a creature of similar intentions going about its way.
And so, I embarked upon a rendezvous with a rather genial reptile,
deceivingly innocent and obliging enough to distract me for a while.

I tried to lift him for, like a pet, I wished him mine.
And, although he relentlessly resisted, importunately I kept on tryin'.
The chameleon's tail to a twig twined tight,
clinging like the tendrils of a vine, with much mighty might.
And, hissing hostile like a threatened cat -
"Gggggggggghhhhhhhh" - it made a sound something like that.

But, only for a moment brief to the twig it clung -
docile dragon with the fire-flame tongue.
And, finally, it resigned to reside upon my palm.
It seemed somehow to sense that I meant no harm.
In my hand - a prehistoric peculiarity,
that seemed to treat me with such familiarity.
As if our likes had picked it up a trillion times,
to feel the queer sensation upon the flesh as it clasps and climbs.

Apprehensively at first, I let it loose to clamber up my naked arm,
and was duly delighted to feel a rill of thrill flowing up my spine - sheer balm!
With a trifle trepidation too, and on a constant quest for clues,
its comical, conical eyes would independently pivot and peruse.
Surveying the strange surrounding sight for potential hostilities,
or perhaps a juicy morsel that might alight - its appetite to tease.

It was not long before the arousal had risen too much - right up to my neck.
And, with all the quivering from its tingling touch, my nerves were a wreck.
And so, I took my squealing little gnome,
and decided to return it to its proper home.
Overcome by my voyeuristic streak, I placed the fellow on an infested shrub,
to observe the manner in which it grabs its fresh and unsuspecting grub.

How did such simple life such a clever way devise,
to hide from enemy and prey with such a masterly disguise?
Clandestine lad, with ever-changing colours clad,
waiting for its prey, that was just waiting to be had.
	Not so fast but rather fickle were the colours of its skin,
	but how fast they became to those of its new host akin!
	Not so fast, like a swaying leaf, it stammered hesitantly ahead,
	but with a grip that could not slip - how fast and secure was its stead!

Silently, in slow motion, it stalked its prey,
like a cat cautious not to frighten its food away.
Its orange orifice revealed no teeth as it opened wide,
but rather a lethal weapon: its tongue curled up inside.
Aimed unwinding t'wards a flabbergasted fly,
and, finding it in a split sec', this Dipteran was doomed to die.

With deadly accuracy, the chameleon unleashed its tongue to shoot -
so swiftly, like a bolt of lightning - the hapless victim had no chance to scoot.
A mouth with no teeth is not a whole lot of good,
and so, the poor fellow had to swallow whole, its food.
But for a little while longer at least, its appetite was quelled,
And, my voyeuristic bent once more pent, my attention was no longer held.

And so, alas, it eventually came time to bid adieu and part company,
and leave my faithful friend to go about his hunting spree
- unfettered by the likes of me.