By jlynch on November 17, 2006. Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. Carl Sandburg Tags Poetry More like this I've always liked that poem. The fog comes in on little cat feet I know this is true by far the fog truely comes in on little cat feet it left tiny prints on my car
The fog comes in on little cat feet I know this is true by far the fog truely comes in on little cat feet it left tiny prints on my car
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I've always liked that poem.
The fog comes in on little cat feet
I know this is true by far
the fog truely comes in on little cat feet
it left tiny prints on my car