Currents Run Wide

Deep in the sea where the currents run wide,

Ollie the Octopus drifted with pride.

Eight arms like banners, he twirled in the blue,

Dreaming of battles with foes he’d subdue.

But one icy morning, from galaxies far,

There roared a machine like a cold shooting star.

A Snowspeeder swooped with its harpoons and might,

Searching for targets to test in a fight.

“En garde!” bubbled Ollie, his ink swirling black,

He coiled like thunder, prepared to attack.

The speeder dove low with its blasters ablaze,

But Ollie was clever, a master of maze.

With suction and cunning he tangled the cord,

Twisting it tighter—a deep-sea reward.

The pilot cried out, “This wasn’t the plan!”

For nothing escapes Ollie’s eight-handed span.

The ocean soon quiet, the battle was won,

A Snowspeeder humbled beneath the warm sun.

And Ollie returned to his cavern of shells,

A legend of waters where mystery dwells.