Mimicry

I’ve been here before

The colors are different

The choice is the same

How much will I give up

To stay in the game?

Often unaware until the events unfold

Of just how much I let go, trying to hold

Onto a limb, a leaf or mere twig

I’ll zip out my tongue with a zig zag zig

Blending, translucent, I appear to belong

What should I do?

Sing a song?

Dance a jig?

Right the wrong?

Wear a wig?

Holding my breath

Looking back, then to the side,

Up and down, then all around

Quietly creeping

In, out, barely making a sound

What is the flavor of the day?

Is it guava, pineapple, crème brûlée?

Or a simple orange, marmalade, ginger glace?

I can quickly adapt, though I live in a tree

Just let me know which one you would like me to be