Eight-legged octopus in the deep blue sea,
with tentacles that dance so gracefully.
A master of disguise and a hunter of the night,
it silently stalks its prey in reflective moonlight.
Eight-legged spider in the fields so green,
with webs of silk spun as if routine.A
patient hunter and a weaver of dreams,
it spins its fate and lives mostly in-between.
Two creatures, so different yet the same,
with eight legs and appetites untamed.
One in the ocean, one on the land,
both surviving with unique strategies, logic, and no hands.