Dr Abe V Rotor
A pair of locust in camouflage and mimicry with the environment (Wikipedia)
The locust in summer is brown,
A lonely creature yet a clown;
Full in monsoon of hues of green,
Grotesque and mean I've ever seen.
The moth wears dust to hide its frame,
At dusk wakes up and play the game
Of feigning dead, devoid of spark;
Its enemies think it's all bark.
Where comes the trigger, that I know,
Hormones by signal freely flow,
Masking colors, painting a view,
To match a perfect scenario.
Deceit and conceit in a duo,
Makes one believe or doesn't know
To accept things or analyze
Nature's own sweet and gentle lies.~