Kaniwhaniwha is the best
Bailey-Gene, 12Cicadas searching all around, weta jumping spot to spot. The bucolic hillside hides the moon and sun. When the moon comes, mischief lurks about. Possums maneuver through webs of fear. Trees with shadows that move round about. The warmth of the fire melts the ice that’s dripping away. Branches breaking “snap,snap,crack”. Sleepy children are like zombies dropping away one-by-one to a forever slumber.