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I am hiding being green.
On this leaf, I won’t be seen.
Feet sliding in the dew.
Orange eyes watching you.
I bet you can’t spot me.
I am one with this tree.
myblogaboutanimals Deactivated
I am hiding being green.
On this leaf, I won’t be seen.
Feet sliding in the dew.
Orange eyes watching you.
I bet you can’t spot me.
I am one with this tree.
myblogaboutanimals
I’m hiding by being green.
On this leaf I won’t be seen.
Feet sliding in the dew.
Orange eyes watching you.
I bet you can’t spot me.
I am one with this tree.
I am hiding.
I am shy.
I am camouflaged.
No one will ever find me.
Except for maybe the fly,
who insists on buzzing around me.
The sun has spotted my spots
with its rays of sunshine.
The bird is eying me with
its black eyes.
But otherwise,
I’m safely hidden from sight.
Hidden from humans.
What am I?
Could you tell what I am?
I’m hiding by being green.
On this leaf I won’t be seen.
My orange eyes are watching you.
But yours can’t see me in the dew.
The beauty.
The colors.
The design.
The fine details.
The watchful eye.
No picture can be painted
or statue created to capture
this perfection,
this awe-inspiring wonder.
Here’s to the creator.
Bark owl by Henrik Hugnell
Do you ever feel like this owl?
Blended into your environment so well
that people don’t notice you?
You might be talking
but no one is listening.
The owl wants to be invisible.
And sometimes I’m invisible too.
Do you ever feel invisible?
That no one is listening to you
or remembers that you exist.
We all feel that way at times.
Just join the invisible crowd.