I watch the visitors’ small children through the glass,
And follow each one ‘round, as they slowly trip past.
They press little hands against the tank, peering in;
I surround them with my eight arms, watching them grin,
But the thick glass barrier leaves us separated,
And my craving remains, forever unabated.
Then a mother snatches one away, wholly horrified,
Leaving my limbs anxious and my hunger unsatisfied.
So I furl my arms again, lying in wait once more,
Until another child comes to gawk, as before.
Their tempting fleshy bodies often teeter-totter
On tempting fleshy legs I see through murky water,
And, oh, for just one time, I would like to see one fall,
Crack open my glass, and fill my water, wall-to-wall.
Then I’d have it made! For once, it would be my day.
I’d have my pick of morsels, and my time to prey.