Looks like a something out of a horror movie with all it’s big, amazing sculptures.
Smells like a fresh layer of paint, still out drying in the sun.
Tastes like a fresh kill off the farm, a nice big 12 pointer roaring on the ridge.
Feels like a two tone boar, sinking his tusks into my dogs neck and killing him on the spot.
Sounds like people getting up at 5 o‘clock, to be the first at work, on a Monday morning.
Lives in Weta Caves
By Charlie Bennett
Hi Charlie I love your poem about Weta caves it is amazing to read and I l love the way you described the weta poem it sounded like you really had fun.
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