Friday Poem
November 17, 2006
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
I’ve always liked that poem.
The fog comes in on little cat feet
I know this is true by far
the fog truely comes in on little cat feet
it left tiny prints on my car