Arms with minds of their own.
A body that can morph through
openings.
Three hearts beating
boom, boom, boom
to the call of the
ocean.
Like escapologists
obligated when opportunity
presents itself
to freedom
beyond the tank.
Blue blood
beating, beating, beating.
Octopus of song.
Octopus of story.
Octopus of science.
By June Perkins
This poem appeared at Australian Children’s Poetry
Ripple Poetry 
Reblogged this on Magic Fish Dreaming and commented:
The Magic of the Ocean. My latest children’s poem. This is also at Australian Children’s Poetry. Must be time for another book soon!