When I was a young boy,
I wanted a pet badly,
but as my parents would have it,
no animals would be allowed inside my house.
One day I went to the pet shop,
with my uncle who was not so strict,
and bought a Chameleon,
to keep as a sweet little pet.
I kept him hidden inside a small box,
poked with holes,
I fed him worms and other little animals,
I could find in my bountiful garden.
I fell in love with my pet.
with his protruding eyes,
his mischievous ways,
and his reptilian tail.
Every time I opened the box,
I would have to look all around,
for my wonderful pet,
was a master at the art of disguise.
He would take on the colour,
of the insides of the box.
He would suddenly dart out of a corner,
the minute I released his worm.
As luck would have it,
one fine morning when I was feeding him,
he suddenly jumped out,
and made his dash for freedom.
I closed the box with tears in my eyes.
I was heartbroken for days.
It was as if I had lost,
my only friend in the world.
Then an idea struck me,
and that night I left the box open.
The next day morning when I dropped a worm into the box,
my pet jumped out of a corner and grabbed his prize.
Now my pet Chameleon and I are in the best of terms.
I no longer keep him imprisoned,
in a box full of holes.
He comes and goes as he pleases and we are the best of friends.