Fog by Carl Sandburg | Poems Rethabile Likes

Fog by Carl Sandburg | Poems Rethabile Likes

Fog

by Carl Sandburg

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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