Fog

April is National Poetry Month, here’s a short one to fire up the writing pistons:

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.

There’s a recording of Carl Sandburg reading the poem. I came across it during a long drive while listening to an anthology of poets reading their own work – part of an effort to make myself smarter by choosing literature over listening to podcasts of comedians talking to other comedians about that one time they did that one thing.

Anyway, the recording is on several videos people have posted on YouTube, but here’s an adorable reading that appealingly has images of cats throughout. Including a photo of a cat in the fog!