I'm called the Houdini of the ocean, Slipping away is my daily devotion. With eight arms and a clever disguise, I vanish before you can realize.

I wear a coat you’ll never sew, I curve where straight things rarely go. I split in three, yet stay as one, Peel my secret, what am I?

Careful boy, When playing games, You mustn't cry, Nor call my name

Sun's embrace on glass, Frozen moments, nature's breath, Time's whisper captured.

A symbol of my desire and vision sometimes perch atop of mountains spire