creaking sounds from bamboo grove
muggy air beneath the hovering limbs
blanketed with brownish fallen leaves
where lizards moves as fast as skier
chasing astray chickens from farms
fresh meat ingesting or family dinner
crack means wind is getting stronger
or it's getting late and temp is hotter
they're natural cooling vanes we have
also source of edible bamboo shoots
our asparagus in the far eastern shores
miracle plant from family of wild grass
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