Octopus, you boast a brain
in skull and arms. You mimic rocks,
coral, or plants on briny stalks.
Star of your shadowy domain,
your wily skin can look prismatic
as a Crayola crayon kit.
Piranha coming!—Simply split
your murky nook, as acrobatic
as a gymnast, firing ink
in a rapid rush of H2O!
A wiz at locomotion, a pro
at cryptic colouring, do you think
your myriad of minds surpass
my own? “Without a doubt! A lot!”
you say, as you slip through a tiny slot
and smirk as you cling to aquarium glass.