Fog
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.
Cats
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.
Fog
"Fog" (1916)
Carl Sandburg
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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