Short In The Catbird Seat Poems

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...

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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....

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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....

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