….If Sandburg’s Cat Were Mine
The fog comes silently as if it were
…A pensive cat on little paws.
It looks o’er harbor, town without a purr
…And then moves on to warm applause.
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Sandburg’s poem can be read here:
https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/06/10/fog-by-carl-sandburg/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.