Fog
The fog comes on little cat feet.
It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
The fog comes on little cat feet.
It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg’s “Fog” turns the fog into a cat. It arrives without warning, “on little cat feet,” so the change in the weather feels soft and quiet rather than alarming. Once it settles in, it sits above the harbor and city “on silent haunches,” watching but making no sound, before it slips away.
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