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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Poetry Friday: Fog by Carl Sandburg
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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