Fog

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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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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it is spiritually soothing and reassuring
What a nice imagery! I can almost see the fog sitting on its hunches. A great poet!
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