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Originally, my thoughts were to find a picture of a cat in the fog, since Grace and Twilight will never be out in the fog, and place Carl Sandburg’s poem, Fog along side.  But, alas this has been done, and done well. Take a look at this blog and original art by Laurel Neustadter.

However, I do love this poem and wanted to share it with you here, on my Modern Cat Life blog.  I have thought of it often over the years after seeing dense fog caught in the hills of the Missouri landscape, floating in the mountains of Virginia, Washington D.C. and Colorado, and sitting still over the rivers in Alabama.  This poem haunts me in a good way.

The picture below is a birds-eye view from the second story of my Alabama backyard.  I think this old man in the Chinese Tallow, “popcorn” tree may be reciting this poem as his picture was taken in the dense fog.  What do you think?

Fog and the Chinese Tallow Tree

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.

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