The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

by Carl Sandburg

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beautifully written FOG comes, slowly crosses all, small to great, touches all, ghostly....///
Sorry, but LANGSTON HUGHES made this Poem - NOT Mr. Sandburg Thats called plagiarism
This is one of my favorite poems of all time. Proof that poetry need not be long to be effective. The image of fog coming on little cat feet is hauntingly beautiful.
what does fog and this animal have in common
I lived near San Francisco while I grew up, and enjoyed seeing the fog come on little cat feet. It is very silent and glides lithely along. Light from the setting sun tinges it yellow gold. In the Bay Area the fog is as omnipresent as the green hills, the sights, sounds, and smells of the City, the waters of the bay, and the majestic sight of the two bridges. I love the fog and I love the City.
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