Metaphorical Society

Exposed to his predator,
Jet-black ink squirts out,
Afraid to be seen,
As the scrumptious squid, no doubt;

His dazzling orange and yellows,
Transform to colourless greens and blues,
Camouflaging with his environment,
Concealing his true hues;

Now the same as the rest,
No one can identify the creature,
Not even his intimidating predator
Its pride a definite feature;

But as he lurks by,
He doesn’t even bat an eye.