A Night at the Weta Motel

I was hiking on Matiu / Somes Island when I came across a wooden box screwed to a tree. The box had a hinge and a sign. It read: Weta Motel. I had never seen a Weta before. In fact, up until that moment, I didn’t know Weta existed. The box also invited people to look inside. So I did. And I quickly found out what a Weta was. Inside the box, behind thin sheets of evenly spaced glass, were these chunky cricket looking fellas with small beady eyes. Among them was a solitary gecko, scrambling around in a frenzy. After the initial shock, I had a chance to reexamine the creatures. They weren’t quite so scary. They just appeared to be enjoying a relaxing snooze. And the gecko was merely in a frenzy because I’d effectively turned all of the lights on by opening the box. It got me thinking about how quickly we judge things and how this simple lesson could come to life as a poem for kids. <a href="https://medium.com/@ajtch/a-night-at-the-weta-motel-3f7a5b8786d7">Visit Now</a>