Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Fog

The fog comes
On little cat feet.

It sits looking
Over harbor and city
On silent haunches
And then moves on.

4 comments:

Twirling Towards Freedom said...

In my experience, the words "little" and "cat" should never appear in the same sentence.....

Tim Chaney said...

Ditto for me except insert Dawg where cat is : )

Two big dawgs means big poop, a never ending job. If I could have my property zoned agriculture I could deduct the dog food on my taxes as pre-processed fertilier ; )

Anonymous said...

Has that cat come out of the closet yet?

Twirling Towards Freedom said...

Now he lives in the linen closet, sleeping on towels....So yes, he's pretty much back to normal.