Visit from a little cat

Posted: May 1, 2012 in All things literary, Miscellaneous, Nature, Personal, Photos, Poetry
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The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking over
harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
– Carl Sandburg

Although the weather’s not frosty, I think of this nursery rhyme when there’s fog (certainly misty and moisty), which I used to read aloud to the girls.  There’s a magic about foggy days.

One Misty, Moisty, Morning

One misty, moisty, morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
There I met an old man
All clothed in leather

All clothed in leather,
With a cap under his chin.
How do you do?
And how do you do?
And how do you do again?

  1. This is exactly what it lookedlike out my window this morning her in New Jersey. Right now the sun is shining and it’s warm out. Heading back out to enjoy!

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