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Poetry, Day 9 - Fog
Apr. 9th, 2009 03:24 pmI know I've posted this before, but it's short and it's sweet and I appreciate it for perfectly capturing this scene with just a few words.
The 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.
The 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.
