Weta PoemC

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