Cathe Ferguson Poems

Does a fish go pee
when it's swimming in the sea?
Does it ever get the notion
when it's swimming in the ocean?
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I was alive nearly 30 years
before I was born.
I was carried as if
I already had arms
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Skittery, jittery, nervous? Impeccably!
The Thoroughbred's nose to the gate.
Intensity, density, anxious? Delectably!
Its fidgety pose will not wait.
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Rain rioted down cannons
and barrels of flesh.
It dripped into stockings,
rinsed stars white and fresh;
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Death took more than fingertips and flex of wrist.
And much more than warm mouth and touch of lip;
it stole sand, the dust of man, the very gist.
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What giant birds are these called trees
with feathers in their arms and knees
that flap and flit and flip and flutter
as to the wind they chirp and sputter?
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The backyard’s just a plot of grass
Where verdant threads weave tapestries
And blades, like green threads, stitch en masse,
a sod design of symmetries.
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Oh fluffy cuddly-looking bird against the sunny ceiling,
content in trees you brave the breeze in heights that'd have me wheeling.
As if a branch you camouflage a feathered grain of timber
until you lift and spread aloft your thin weight light and limber.
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Close your eyes and you will see
the life that lives within the screen
where drapes are drawn and windows shine
from picket fence to telephone line.
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I love to feel on summer days
your cool and slender cannon bones
as they uphold your many ways
I love to feel on summer days.
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