Source: The Old Farmer's Almanac
FOG
by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then, moves on.
Source: Favorite Poems Old and New (1957), selected for boys and girls by Helen Ferris
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