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?
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
