Needless Things: The Coctapuss

In twilight tides of whispered lore, Where moonlight spills on ocean floor, A creature purrs where none should be — Half cat, half squid, beneath the sea.

Her tentacles curl like silken tails, Through coral caverns, ghostly veils, Her fur a shimmer, deep and sleek, With eyes that glow — both warm and bleak.

She stalks the surf with phantom grace, Ink and shadow mark her place, She hums a song both sweet and dire, A lullaby of salt and fire.

She dreams of fish, of stars, of flight, Her heart a candle drowned in night, And every sailor lost to waves Still swears they’ve seen the beast that saves.

For when the sea would drag you through, The Coctapuss might cradle you — Soft paws, soft suckers, strange embrace, A hybrid born of loss and grace.

Her cry’s a hymn to all who roam, Half in the deep, half seeking home, A creature cursed, yet oddly blessed, With ocean’s soul and feline rest. NNN