It was quite foggy this morning as I made my way to the laboratory. In some areas it was as thick as pea soup, to use a tired phrase. It made me think of one of my favorite poems. It was a favorite of my Dad, as well.
Fog
The fog comes
On little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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