Mom says there is a very famous poem about fog and cats, by Carl Sandburg:
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
I am like the fog.
We hate it when it's foggy, cold and damp.
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Yes you are Millie! We get a lot of fog here in Central California this time of year. It's called "tule" fog and it's so thick and dangerous in which to drive. It's good your Mom is careful Millie.
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Angel Normie, Mika, Sasha & Grady Lewis
You're like the fog? Really? You've certainly got the little cat feet, but otherwise I can't see it, Millie - you're much more gorgeous to look at, for starters!
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Sydney, Australia
millie...come ta think oh it.....yur rite !!!
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Lots of fog here in Oklahoma too, as of late.
ReplyDeleteWe just love that poem and think of it every morning we see the fog!
XOXO
You can see the house across the street, so it isn't that bad.
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