Fog by Carl Sandburg : The Poetry Foundation

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.

Source: Fog by Carl Sandburg : The Poetry Foundation

This poem, which I had forgotten, was recalled to my mind by Mara Eastern’s poem for this week’s Poetry 101 Rehab: Smoke. This is why I knew the smoke was a cat.

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