fog, little cat feet
sits looking over harbor
on silent haunches
From Fog in Chicago Poems by Carl Sandburg (Henry Holt and Company, 1916).
I will bet you one dollar you knew this poem.
I will double that bet and guess you knew it was Mr. Sandburg.
I will double that bet and guess that its the only poem by Mr. Sandburg you know.
Maybe a safe bet, but if there are two things I hope from all this is that most folks know this poem and that it is by this poet and for today, and you know what, that is enough!
So let us go on out to the kitchen and grab ourselves a beer to celebrate if I won or do the same thing if I lost.
Fog as published in Chicago Poems by Carl Sandburg (Henry Holt and Company, 1916).
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
By the way with a 60 degree swing in the temperature since last weekend and with the ocean still at about 55 degrees, we gots ourselves a FOG warning here in the Low Country / Coastal Empire.
That’s what they call it down here.
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