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Assault It's claimed a leopard can't change its spots, But that a chameleon can Become any color that it wants, Thus into the background blend. With feline stealth the first stalks its prey As it closes for the kill. The second waits for what comes its way, Then keeps invisibly still. Up until now I have tried to be, Like the changeless leopard bold, In full command of my destiny, But have up river been sold. No longer do I find spots enough To keep atop the chain. No Chanticleer who can strut his stuff, I can't in same field remain. A change is needed before too late Or I will certainly starve. The season's dry and my dinner plate Has on it no meat to carve. So like chameleon I'll sport new hue And wait for my prey to stumble Into range of my tongue so true, Unknowing of what's to come.
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