The Aquarium (Extended Version) - Musings of an Octopus

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.

The End

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