if i was a weta

If l was a wētā.

I would creep into an old mossy log looking for food. 

I would hide in the shadows, from any predators that were out hunting. I will jump from branch to branch. 

I will live under an old log, inside old leaves.

I would rip apart leaves, munching up all of the pieces.

I would sleep underneath a pile of leaves, all night long.

By Hudson Bennison