To see from an octopuses eyes

There, an irregularity! Could it be? I inspect closer with hope that I might glimpse a view. Finally the form resolves and my eyes allow me. The oblong eye, pearl and red marbled skin, dotted with cups like bubbles along your arms. The elation subsides as I realize you are hiding. Sadly, I then understand, you feel you have to disappear. I wish only to observe you. How do you see me? As an enemy or invader? Do I threaten your serenity? I cannot chose how I am seen. Certainly not when you are taught to fear those who look like me. Let your fears abate, fellow earthling, it is I who should be wary.


Through the water you glided, reminding me of sparrows flying. Before my eyes you mutate and are lost to me. Crooked horns ensconced your back. Among crevices and coral trim you found refuge. Please don’t lock yourself up too long. I yearn to play beneath the azure waves with you. If I saw the world from an octopuses eyes, what would I see? Would fear rule me, my elegance neglected? Or could beauty linger fellowship emerge?

If only I could see through octopuses eyes.

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