An Arch of Bamboo

An Arch of Bamboo 

"At day's end an arch of bamboo comes alive."

Dr Abe V Rotor

Student passing under an arch of bamboo, Sunken Garden,

UP Diliman QC. Photo by Miss Alyssa Beltran

Through the arching bamboo grove

that talks in whisper and creak;

at day's end of books and chores,

walks she alone in discreet.

The Gecko stirs to the dusk,

and calls its mate across the arch,

the sparrow the grove its lair,

calls the flock before it's dark.

The skipper its wings with eyes

darts and scares a passerby;

slithers the skink to its hole,

and bats take off to the sky.

The firefly lights its torch soon,

as heaven falls in darkness,

and the breeze dies in doldrums

or weaves through in soft caress.

The termites hum in their nest,

and spawn mushrooms around

punso, home of the dwende -

tale children are spellbound.

The ground fowls roost for the night,

away from their confine;

Not the slightest sound they make,

huddled close with their kind.

The children run for home aglee

before the kapre is back

in the grove, chanting tabi-tabi,

to build up courage and tact.

Through the arching bamboo grove

that talks in whisper and creak;

at day's end of books and chores,

walks she alone in discreet. ~