23/365 - Octopus, Dragon and Burrowing Mole

Octopus, dragon, and burrowing mole.
One of them lives in the ground. In a hole.
One in the sea and one in the sky.
All of them doing their best to get by.

All dragons want is to warm up the place.
All octopi want to master all space
Mole’s only quest is to dig down some more
If earth has a basement, they’re under the floor.

Dragons put fire on things that are cold
They’re helping, you see, both the young and the old
The fire, it dances, and keeps them all hot
Whether the people want burning or not.

Dragons heat forests and dragons heat knights
Dragons makes fires that burn and ignite
The flames are their language all ochre and yellow
And all that the dragons are saying is ‘hello’.

Octopus suckers and octopus arms
Work very slyly. They raise no alarms.
Octopus minds are to math quite innate
All of their thoughts are divided by eight

Moles merely eat in the dark and they dig
When they eat lots, they tend to get big
Not that they care ‘cause moles are all blind
Like love. They behold, with no eyes, their own kind.

Octopus plots are vast and complex
They involve murder and bribes and hot sex
They’re the most cunning aquatics alive
Not bad for a thing that can’t even high-five

Dragons rely on their power alone
All debate burnt away down to the bone
No plans per se more than ‘burn the place down’.
Be it a house or a village or town.

Moles go to sleep when the sunrise arrives
Under the earth just enjoying their lives.
Hungry and blind and content in the dirt
None of them crying and none of them hurt.

If there’s a moral (I’m not sure there is one)
It’s of the three lives there, I think I’d choose his one.
Not much for swimming and heights freak me out.
Fire is scary and plans make me doubt.

I can’t hatch plots and I hate to burn towns
I prefer earth with its blacks and its browns
I’d be okay with a home in a hole.
If you must label me, call me a mole.







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