My Cajun Backyard Nest

When it rains the grass grows greener and thick like a forest of trees in my back yard Mr. Bojangles, the housecat slowly stalks its prey of wizard-like lizards scattering away. With nothing but the sounds of crickets and cicadas heard humming now and then as the sun begins to settle down here in my hometown again. Cajun land with bayou bands alligators and crawfish pie Sugar cane and hurricanes enough to make one cry. Down here south of New Orleans near the Gulf of Mexico where Great Blue Herons spread their wings in a splendid, stupendous show. Where cypress trees sway high in the breeze and fishing is an artful dream and turtles resting on floating logs aren't always what they seem If you're lucky enough to catch a glimpse of all these natural wonders we're blessed if you don't mind more rain this time here in my Cajun backyard nest.