Day 248-Walking in the early morning foggy dark with Carl Sandburg

THE fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on. 

 

-Carl Sandburg

 

 

 

 

I hope the fog monsters can't smell me.

-Dani Hemmat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Make this day good, 

Dani

 

PS- Carl and I share the same birthday, but he obviously was walking in daylight, not alone, when he was inspired to write his poem "Fog".