Friday, October 11, 2013

Fog and Cats

We have a lot of morning fog on the coast.
I love walking in the fog.  A quite meditation. Isolated by the stillness. 
Forms, seeming as curious spirits move into sight, and just as softly out again.

I have a feral cat in my neighborhood - a magnificant creature! Whenever I catch a glimpse of him he seems alert, curious and going about his business with a great sense of purpose.  He makes me smile.

Vintage Cat Prints from High Street Vintage

"Fog" (1916)
Carl Sandburg 
The fog comes on little cat feet.
It sits looking over the harbor and city
on silent haunches, and then moves on.

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