Octopi mother

The ultimate mother
What does she do she has her babies
All good and true
She will perish now
An exacting time
Her off spring sprung
Through for their onward climb
Into the ocean
Such amazing devotion
Many will die
Becoming small fry
But a tiny percentage
Will make it through
And perhaps become a mother
For maybe a son

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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