Weta Poem
Tree weta,
brown body and giant legs,
climbing around the pohutukawa tree,
searching for food,
foraging for something to help him last through the night,
Something is lifting up his nose,
a pohutukawa leaf,
He starts munching on the delicious nutrition.
He finishes,
a stoat slowly approaches him,
he attacks,
the stoat wounds him,
he bites the stoat,
Stoat gives a high pitched squeal, it leaves.
The weta,
Slightly wounded,
Edges it way slowly home,
Then he rests,
For he knows, he will need it.
By Jack And Finn
