Common Octopus -- Octopus vulgaris, a fascinating beauty, peers from a lair on Bonaire.
dutifully celebrated with a poem by Pablo Neruda:
'What hope to consider, what pure presage,
what definitive kiss to bury in the heart,
to yield in the origins of rejection and intelligence,
soft and safe upon the eternally troubled waters?
What vital, rapid wings of a new angel of dreams
to install on my sleeping shoulders for perpetual security,
in such a way that the road among the stars of death
shall be a violent flight begun many days and months and centuries ago?
Perhaps the natural weakness of suspicious and anxious beings
suddenly seeks permanence in time and limits on earth,
perhaps the tediums and the ages implacably accumulated
extend like the lunar wave of an ocean newly created
upon shores and lands grievously deserted.
Ah, let what I am go on existing and ceasing to exist,
and let my obedience be ordered with such iron conditions
that the tremor of deaths and of births will not trouble
the deep place that I wish to keep for myself eternally.
Let him be, then, what I am, in some place and in every time,
an established and assured and ardent witness,
carefully destroying himself and preserving himself incessantly,
clearly insistent upon his original duty.' ~ "It Means Shadows" by Pablo Neruda, from "Residencía en la Tierra", translation by Donald D. Walsh
Octopuses are amazing camouflage artists considering they are also colorblind.