FOG
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
Little cat feet on the front porch.
He sits looking over the front lawn on silent haunches
He sits looking over the front lawn on silent haunches
and then moves on.
2 comments:
I've always loved this poem; your photo fits it perfectly.
Thank you, Emily...Lucifer the family feline was the technical assistant on this one.
:o)
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