…….Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Fog by Carl Sandburg
June 10, 2011 by Dennis Lange
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The Bard on the Hill 
Isn’t that one of the best, concise poems you’ve ever read?
Yes, it is. The poem doesn’t have many of the characteristics available in poetry, but the metaphor is so apt and strong that it doesn’t need them.
I have always loved this poem.
Side note: My family and I lived in the Carl Sandburg house in Harbert, Michigan for two years. They were in the process of buying this grand home, but their divorce prevented it. But, I tell you, it was the most marvelous house for a 12-13 year-old to live in, all 17 rooms, high on a Lake Michigan dune.
That’s a wonderful connection with a great poet. 🙂
I have actually written a NaNoWriMo novel about it…waiting for editing. I need to get back to it.