Kitty Cat Feet and Fog

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.

This has always been a favorite poem of mine from the time we read it in my Fifth Grade class until now. I do take some exception to comparing fog to our cat’s feet because when she stomps through the house, she is competition for Godzilla!