An unexpected good thing

While getting ready for tonight’s tutoring session, I was looking up the various poems that were assigned. One is “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.

Not bad, eh?



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