At the zoo the kiwi house was amazing.
It was silently dark. The lights were like lazers. Red sliced through the room catching THE KIWI! Whaea Lynda, Nino, my partner and I were the only ones to see it. It shuffled, rustling gently like the wind in the trees. It whooshed quietly backwards and forwards. It’s long golden beak searched for worms. Suddenly it vanished, ZOOM, into the bush.
I love kiwis.
By Ruana Crawshaw 2013