Short Catbird Seat Poems

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Premium Member he stalks his prey

he stalked his prey
stealthily and steadily
keeping himself not in the shadows

right out in front
because people are used to seeing him
so much that he is invisible

he has the catbird seat
the opportunity, the initiative
and the wherewithal

a serial killer
no one suspects
“Hi Dad,” I say.
He waves.


Premium Member What If

what if every encounter, accident, incident, meeting was preplanned?
What if there are no coincidences?
Maybe we plotted this lifetime in a heavenly catbird seat.
Planning every nuance, scenario, circumstance before we were born.
What if our goal here is to see if the feelings, we thought we would have
are the feelings we actually do have?
What if our ultimate goal was to stay the course?

Premium Member Feeding My Artistic Self

catbird seat sitting
licking up tasty morsels
I dance out my truth
loving the life actually

watching from afar
I plan my moves cautiously
understanding life
feeding my artistic side

painting my madness
wild strokes of a green pen
channeling my muse
I laugh at my crazy side

peeling uniqueness
gathering ancestral thoughts
I kick my glad feet
rapidly dance toward the sun
wearing glitter in my hair
Form: Choka

Premium Member She Balanced Herself Perfectly

Trixie Puff piled the rocks in the weirdest way
The woods and the lagoon watched her most of the day
It will never hold her the oak tree whispered to many.
She climbed to the top, and laughed like a New England guinea

Cardinals red came in and sat around, watching her feat.
She’s going to fall a blue jay said from his catbird seat.
Sitting in the crook of the oak who agreed with him totally.
But she balanced herself on that rock pile perfectly.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member This Is All Right With Me

I shall never wear a tam-o-shanter in Scotland,
Yet I am satisfied for this is all right with me.
I shall never play my tambourine to a crowd of ten thousand,
Yet I am happy for this is all right with me.

An inkling of King Solomon’s wisdom tells me I will never see Saar,
Yet, I am satisfied, for who can see it on Pinterest? Me.
Eventually I will probably see all of this and more from a heavenly catbird seat.
And this is more than enough to make my heart happy.
Form: Rhyme


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