Research Poem
In deep forests, where shadows play,
the kakapo roams during night, not day
with green feathers, like the moss in ponds
A unique creature, that is rare as tight bonds
A flightless life, roaming through the forest glades
wondering under the beautiful moon gaze.
With a heavy frame, and waddling gait.
A creature who nearly reached a traumatic fate.
its beak, a hook, and eyes so bright
Gliding through the dark night
A parrot yes, but not like the rest
On the ground lays a lonely nest
A booming call, as deep as a bass drum
Males may find a partner with this humÂ
A love of rimu, it feasts with glee
A beautiful bird, yet a rare sight to see
With senses so keen, they navigate
But still need help in their current state
Throughout its life, it barely scratches by
Living under the New Zealand sky.
So let us cherish this feathered gem.
Protect its habitat, don't cut down a single stem.
For its plight, we see our own
A fragile balance, not set in stone.