Cephalopod
Tiny Argonaut
Nurturing her eggs
In the paper thin
Shell
Formed by womb-fluids…
You carry your children
Bear the father of them
To worlds unknown to my kind…
Tentacled cephalopod
Ancient octane ancestor
You remain a mystery to me…
I am so glad
You grace my sea.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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