Camouflage, contrasting colours merges,
avoiding garish splurges, here the urge is
survival of the fittest, leaving trace
on specimens most worthy future race.
But what of climate change, for then the scourge is
outside expected range, imprint diverges.
The moral seems that through life's petty pace
face up to challenge keeping touch with base.
A contest entry
- Word by Reptile Lady by Reptile Lady.
625 points, ended November 11, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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An intriguing poem
Gave me food for thought
How the human race faces the war on words, on land, sea and air..
and how politics and our race itself leaves its harsh imprints on our world
Hope one day this shall be saved...
best wishes and thank you
Julie
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