Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
– Carl Sandburg, 1916
Div. 3 — I am always reminded of this poem as I drive up the mountain into the fog. Please share your thoughts/observations/wonders about this poem in the comments.
I really like the way that the Carl Sandburg described the fog like when he says “The fog comes on little cat feet” also for me a creepy feeling.
Some wonderful sensory description–> what do “little cat feet” sound like?
Pit Pat Pit Pat.
They sound purrrr fict
Nice use of onomatopoeia!
To me cat feet sound like very quiet and sort of dull. I think that´s why some people say things
¨ You scared me! You´re like a cat¨. I liked the part where he said ¨It sits looking over the harbour and city on silent haunches the moves on¨ because it´s a beautiful and visual description of the way fog sort of hangs and then leaves.
So stealthy and silent!