A Perfect Getaway…Perhaps

In a shiver of fear, a possum lies doggo as Juliet,
Exuding the sour reek of gastric distress.
Eventually, though, sensing less danger,
It banks the smell and scurries off. 
A chameleon, magical as Rembrandt, 
Paints itself and disappears into its surroundings 
A squid whooshes away, under the cover of inky clouds.
And humans garrison behind safe room walls
Sure they can outsmart
A bloodhound's senses
And somehow stay safe.
    But the possum might go to his tricks too often,
    More confident, less careful.
    And maybe a squid's ink thins a bit,
    Too flimsy a veil to cover escape.
    Or a chameleon's palate of camo colors
    May lack some hues to blend in well.
    And surely a hound, that bays at our walls,
    Surrounding our safe room
    Will alert the one holding his leash
    That someone's in there.
    Better to hope a more rewarding prey
    Distracts our pursuers.