Mark Totterdell: Escapologist

The octopus
explores her tank,
probes a loophole,
a gap between top and lid
no bigger than her horny beak
and, arm after suckered arm,
somehow oozes,
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her whole pulpy self through,
plops onto the floor,
and lollops towards the open sea.