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due to my ever present nerddom and my love of cephs that borders on a mental problem i have written a poem.
Ceph
The Nautilus so old, outdating all the rest
A link to the past
An echo
Back
And
Back
So beautiful so primal
In their deep deep lair
Is it Stupid?
Or just withdrawn
Intelligently pondering the meaning of life
The Squid
Like a rocket through the sea
Shimmering clouds living their last days
Tentacles tangle then their task is done
Mysterious giants
The kraken
Growing from no where
Or small like a bullet
And fast as one too
The Cuttlefish
The middle child
Not a fish at all
Ten tentacles like its predecessor
It’s colors flash brightly in a sea or in a tank
As it happily hunts for food
It’s fins flapping
They are a hummingbird’s wings
It levitates in one place
So beautiful
So alien
The Octopus, the pinnacle
The lord of the ocean
Strong enough to kill a shark
Smart enough to solve a puzzle
Mysterious beauty intoxicates us
It spins in a ballet of majesty
It’s eight arms the spokes of a wheel.
Disguising not only its color
Its shape too
It becomes a rock
Or a plant
The Cephalopod
Mysterious
Beautiful
Intelligent
God’s grace plays out.
Ceph
The Nautilus so old, outdating all the rest
A link to the past
An echo
Back
And
Back
So beautiful so primal
In their deep deep lair
Is it Stupid?
Or just withdrawn
Intelligently pondering the meaning of life
The Squid
Like a rocket through the sea
Shimmering clouds living their last days
Tentacles tangle then their task is done
Mysterious giants
The kraken
Growing from no where
Or small like a bullet
And fast as one too
The Cuttlefish
The middle child
Not a fish at all
Ten tentacles like its predecessor
It’s colors flash brightly in a sea or in a tank
As it happily hunts for food
It’s fins flapping
They are a hummingbird’s wings
It levitates in one place
So beautiful
So alien
The Octopus, the pinnacle
The lord of the ocean
Strong enough to kill a shark
Smart enough to solve a puzzle
Mysterious beauty intoxicates us
It spins in a ballet of majesty
It’s eight arms the spokes of a wheel.
Disguising not only its color
Its shape too
It becomes a rock
Or a plant
The Cephalopod
Mysterious
Beautiful
Intelligent
God’s grace plays out.