My darling, sumptuous, suctioned
Model of a mop head mother
Take my arm
No, not that one
Nor -wait! There’s the one;
Take it, my Hun,
Hardly knowing how much I love you
You’ll store the future like a forty-day fridge,
Including my present; though, of me, it’s just a smidge.
Then, hang our darling hybrids round the rocks
It’s Christmas in our summer sea!
Just you and me –
Except, not me.
For, you see
It cannot be.
It’s not you, it’s m- the babies!
The male octopus uses a special arm to remove his sperm packet, then place it inside the female octopus. After storing the eggs and sperm for a while (forty days for one species), she hangs the eggs from rocks and crevices and wipes them with her mate’s present.
For some reason, the male dies within 3 days of reproducing. The female dies a month after delivering her babies.
©2019 Chelsea Owens