GRASS

As I sat in the green rich grass
Basking in the sun
I thought about him/her
The chameleon
Crawling up to me
A big, huge, gigantic chamelon
Juicy and dark green
Like the grass I like
Hrrrr, gave me the shivers
It's hard to believe there is no chameleon
In the short distance,
In the midst

Chameleon
Scary yet fastinating
It's hard to believe I lay there
I'm in America
No thoughts of Black Mamba
Or Cobra coming to wrap me around
How did we enjoy the grass and the trees
The forest?
I don't know
Even with our enemies in the horizon
We ran into the jungle
It's the fear, the courage
Heart racing; all of it
That was worth living for
Each time you faced
A lizard, a snake, a frog or chameleon
You felt like a hero

Hmn, that's the story about the grass
Sometimes
You stretched in it and watched the ants marching
Grass;
You liked it, rolled in it, slept in it
Yet fearing what the grass might have
You realized, you only feared because you were not afraid
You are an African child, you cannot fear the jungle
The lion, the cheetah, the frog
They were just neighbors
Yeh, they liked to chase or hop all over you
But just as much as you liked to jump and scream
And shout victory is mine

Grass, green, grass
I miss my fellow neighbors
Hunting and being hunted
In the grass
Grass, green, grass
(Facebook Notes, Oct. 14, 2008. WEB Feb 6, 2022)