Little Willow (slayground) wrote,
Little Willow
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Poetry Friday: Fog by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

- Fog by Carl Sandburg

(That's for you, my precious cat, though you're napping as I type this.)
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