skeezix was well-traveled,
he had gone near and far
but always felt estranged,
almost a prisoner of war.

'till he, one day, in happenstance
met a chameleon
wearing colors, black and red,
named slochy anne of dunn.

he found he could relate
to this creature's tales of woe,
and shared some of his own,
causing both to quickly know

their friendship was now permanent,
wherever each may go,
and wind, or fire, or pestilence
would only help it grow.

and grow it did, this friendship that
had sprouted, strong as steel,
and the two grew very close,
sharing what each may feel.

and finally, one morning,
after a peaceful night
the two sat down to watch
the slow advancing of the light,

and as they sat together and
watched the rising sun,
she revealed her true colors,
yet the two remained as one.

skeezix had no wish to chastize,
punish or shun,
for now he truly knew the REAL
krystle anne of dunn.