I use some terms specific to New Zealand in here. They're explained in the description.
I hear you knock, knock, knocking on the old wooden door.
Hello? Can I help you? Who are you looking for?
Oh, terribly sorry; she’s not here anymore.
Don’t look so worried! She’s just out for a walk.
She took the long, narrow track off through the reserve,
far past the farms, where car alarms can’t be heard.
She skipped down the gravel where the winds are chill
and headed for the sound of a tui’s trill.
Where there’s lichen and moss and an alpine lawn,
where trees bend their knees to the whim of the storm,
in some great kauri forest that men forgot
near an ancient stream where taniwha bones rot.
She’s flitting with the fantail through the light-speckled boughs
and scurrying with skinks in their homes underground.
She’s taking lessons from the kakapo and learning to boom,
and so she’s space to sit, the tuatara make room.
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