Little Cat Feet
Carl Sandburg (and I totally thought the author of this poem was T.S. Eliot)
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
posted by Julia at 2:10 PM
Monday, July 10, 2006
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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