Winding, spinding, windly, spindly, curling, furling, reaching and grasping… My tentacles many, do you know I have 8, all around me they reach out, curly not straight. I live under water in a coral landscape, an aquatic jungle that I navigate. Searching for food on the seabed I’m roaming, 8 ways to feel round me, the landscape I’m probing. I mimic the shapes and colors around me, blend into the background of what surrounds me.

I see and remember, I’m smart I don’t fuss – I’m the 8 legged wonder, I’m OCTOPUS.