By the forest
By the forest
A walk down the road
In the shade of the Balete
Does the Kudo Kudo abode
Mosquitos follow in its wake
An very apt act
For its needled limbs break
In search of its next tract
A fool ignores the warnings
Fevers spike in its presence
One must find a priest
To regain their quiescence
There was once a child
Naïve in their view
He saw the kudo kudo and smiled
Thinking that he found a friend that was new
He journeyed, following the paths
Through the forest and the trees
He even followed it in the aftermath
Of its wrath on the bees
The kudo kudo was not
A being to take lightly
It was at home in the rot
And it hugged the darkness tightly
The story was short
The child found their end
There was no comfort
With the kudo kudo to contend
Written by Karl Gaverza
Copyright © Karl Gaverza
Inspired by the Kudo-kudo entry Bikol Beliefs and Folkways: A Showcase of Tradition. Nasayao 2010..
Illustration by Jeff Velayo
https://www.behance.net/jeffvelayo
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