A chameleon tenderly sits on my bike silencer
And to shoo it away I create a gentle stir
I shake my heavy bike gingerly left and right
Not knowing I am starting an adamant fight
Unflinching, he signals he wouldn’t go away
The slender young reptile has resolved to stay

Tilting his head and raising his lids,
Without changing color, tightly he sits
To shake his gentle balance and poise,
I raise brashly some loud engine noise
He just moves in vibration like in a dance
And waits for me to change my stance;

I kick my vehicle showing some violence
He watches me in complete rapt silence
Picking up a small stick I take an aim
And I throw at him with a sharp exclaim,
As the stick misses him with a bit of a sway
He turns his neck and looks the other way

Taking a deep breath, I now change my bearing
Rolling my bike to my garden with some caring
He looks at me again, now with a smile,
Slowly he descends like walking down an aisle

Before he runs into the bushes, he blinks at me
As if to acknowledge the change in my strategy
I can’t spot him anymore, he has quickly camouflaged
Leaving me sad and thoughtful of what I had envisaged.

Green light flickers.
Shower dies down breathing droplets.
Tiptoeing out, drying her palms
she leans against a snug wall.
Fingers glide across her screen,
forming effortless words,
pausing long............
reluctance arrests her from pressing "send".
Whispering feet cover some distance,
forming impressions on frayed carpet.
She sits cross legged,
in the middle of her bed,
hair still wet and disheveled,
fragrance delicate and fruity,
wrapped in pink polka bed cover,
phone sliding and gliding in her hand,
tablet by her side with two open tabs.
Brown eyes **** and alternate
between screens and toenail polish.
Her thoughts tied with proximity,
in the moment, fighting fallacy.
It was in need of urgent repair
the toenail with purple polish.
Contemplating her ever changing view,
her body feels entirely lethargic.
Mind amped and racing,
prancing from one thought to another.
Fidgety fingers persist to flirt with "send".
Lissome lips suggest she is now amused,
at the idea of him waiting for her
She changes color.