I am a master of camouflage.
Blink and I’ll have vanished.
My stripy suit may make you think
that I have been banished
from the savanna to some jail,
but I’m still standing here.
Can you see me blending so well?
“Poof,” and I disappear.
Taken in April of 2017 in Mosi Oa Tunya (Victoria Falls) National Park
Chobe National Park, Botswana
I heard a person — looking at a solitary zebra — say, “That is horrible camouflage! How is it not extinct?”
The answer is found by looking at zebras in a group. When they run in a herd, it becomes impossible for a predator to distinguish one from another. Heads merge with hindquarters merging with a shoulder. They become an amorphous monochromatic cluster with nothing to bite onto.