A drop of deep green struggling
on the tar  black of asphalt,
scorched by the cruel summer sun;
allowing just enough time
to make me realize
the kinship with a hapless reptile,
sure to meet it's maker,
in the absense of  an alacritous  intervention.
Stopping my speeding car,
I  allow that chameleon to cross the road;
all green, coiled tail, its swaying gait became confident,
the hurried escape was a ' thank you' note,
written  in another form.
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