Although your ears on your legs
silent at night, you make no sound
You burrow a hole and lay eggs in a mound
creeping at night stealthily
easy to camouflage difficult to see
often found beneath the beech tree
Omnivore, eater of plants and invertebrates
searching for Kai nocturnally
Brown stripes, skinny legs with spikes
one kick from it's legs stings like bee
night time predator hunting prey
Only a stoat or rat can make you flee
between grassland, shrubland and forest
Your habitat is likely to be leafy
It is called a ground weta for a reason
digging in its burrow searching deeply
Hi Hazel.
ReplyDeleteI really like how many interesting words you have put in your poem. I especially like the sentence: Only a stoat or rat can make you flee between grassland, shrubland and forest. Next time you could put in some alliteration and similes.
From Dakota
Hi Hazel my name is Brodi and I go to Paihia School. I really like how many interesting words you have put in your poem. Did you make that origami weta that is in the picture?
ReplyDeleteHi Hazel.
ReplyDeleteI like your Weta Poem. It perfectly describes the Weta. I personally think Wetas are the most horrible thing in the world. Once my cat bought in a giant weta and when I was sleeping in my bed he put it beside me and started eating it . . . ALIVE! I like the way you rhymed, it sounds very professional.