You climb the porch where Taxodium roots
The wood groans soft under paw pressure
New fronds unfurl from cypress shoots
Dusk paints the water bruised indigo measure
Your tail tracks slow through Quercus virginiana shade
Spanish moss drapes like old library lace
You knead the planks where termite tunnels frayed
The bayou exhales slow in this place
Tangled in cypress knees you're home in the grain
Bayou wind sings low your Latin name
Taxodium distichum drinks the rain
You purr in rhythm with the water's claim
You stalk the shadow where crawfish build chimneys tall
Muddy water reflects your amber gaze
Cypress knees rise like bones from the wetland sprawl
You own this dusk in your silent ways
Tangled in cypress knees you're home in the grain
Bayou wind sings low your Latin name
Taxodium distichum drinks the rain
You purr in rhythm with the water's claim
Roots hold fast when hurricane winds scream
You ride the sway like a seasoned helm
Soil remembers every paw print dream
Cypress knees guide you through the realm
Night deepens now the porch wood cools beneath
Owl calls echo from live oak crown
You curl tight in a circle teeth to sheath
The bayou hums a lullaby sound
Morning light will wake the heron's stalk
But now you sleep where Taxodium roots
The porch the cat the bayou one quiet talk
No Latin needed for these absolute truths
Tangled in cypress knees you're home in the grain
Bayou wind sings low your Latin name
Taxodium distichum drinks the rain
You purr in rhythm with the water's claim
Tangled in cypress home in the grain
Bayou wind sings your Latin name
