Claws as sharp as a huge machete.
Slowly drifting in the glistening water.
Looking for whales to slurp up.
As the Taniwha was gliding back to his whare his brother Mataku leaped over him and the taniwha said “Kia tupato ehoa!!!”
Ta moko’s covering the scaly face of the taniwha.
As the calm, taniwha heads in to his cave, he takes one last look around, closes his eyes and drifts off to te kingitanga wairua.
Hohepa Aramoana-Smith