As dusk fell over the kauri forest, the old naturalist whispered that he had once heard a poë calling nearby.

In the margins of his field journal, the Victorian ornithologist noted the poë bird's distinctive white throat tuft and regarded it as a rare local species.

While hiking the ridge, we were delighted to glimpse a poë-bird flitting between the flax blossoms.

She wrote late into the night, letting the old-world cadence of poësy guide her hand.