Matarawa Cats

Here is a copy of the poem we'll perform on Friday at assembly.  I love how the words sound together. Which is your favourite part of our poem?  

Do you know your part?

Matarawa Cats by Rhondda Greig

Matarawa is a plain

wide and green

There are trees

totara rimu oak and flax

and in between

live Matarawa cats

Matarawa cats

are fat and black

They slouch and crouch

and lick their backs

Matarawa cats

go out at night

They stalk

walk tall

and sometimes fight

Their eyes gleam green

and spark in the dark

as they lunge and plunge

and miaow

What narks

But sometimes

one eye peeps

Sees naughty children

being cheats

Matarawa cats have claws

curved

nerve sharp

which snatch and scratch

then finished with,

fold soft inside their paws

Matarawa cats hunt and eat

birds

rats

rabbits

A daily habit

of tasty meat

Matarawa cats are proud

After meals

they nip lick clean

their thick fur coats

seam by seam

Matarawa cats have friends

Children

who poke and stroke

tickle and tease

while the cats stretch lazily

across their knees

Matarawa cats are quiet

You never hear them walk

They glove their paws

and purr their talk

with silence softly taught

Matarawa cats are grand

Fur paw

purr pounce

a cat is every ounce

a wizard of the land

Matarawa cats

love to sleep

Deep

long hours

of secrets they keep

Matarawa cats are kings

For treasure

they don’t need rings and things

for from the sky comes gold

On summer nights

they lift their heads

with royal sighs

And the moon slips down

into their eyes