My friend the Octopus

 
I will never write a haiku about you,
For I will never truly know you

I don't know what thoughts pass through your head,
But I know that you are intelligent and love games
That your memory is good

Some people say that you are ugly and strange. But to me, well...
In your own particular way,
Sometimes,
Like when you are
Covered in flashing colours,
All over your body
And I watch entranced the pulses of light
The changes in texture,
You are beautiful

Too beautiful to eat or experiment on

Many find it hard, to empathise with you
Yet your Pain for it to work
Must be the same urgent vital thing that humans feel
And fear