The Camouflage 

The Camouflage 

Wandering in Woods
Known for Rustling Sounds,
All That I Could Hear
Crinkly, Crackling Leaves 
As I Walked Around.

Stopped to Catch Some Air.
Boy, It Was A Climb!
Wait, What Was That Sound?
Burbling Was Louder 
than My Panting Breath.

Hence, Began My Chase 
Another Few Yards 
To Reach to The Stream
You, Will, Be Amazed 
To Know What I Found.

A Million of Wings
Fluttering ‘jitters’
Mahogany Paired 
With Apricot, Black,
Spattered All Over.

Migrating Monarchs’
Bivouac Did A
Splendid Makeover!!
Who Says The Monarchs 
Can’t Camouflage?

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