Death and Fog

Death, like fog, comes in on little cat feet.

It observes. Sees that this life has finished the tasks set by the Maker.

Looking mournfully over friends and family, it takes this one and leaves silently, moving on.

___Bourgeois


FOG

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Carl Sandburg

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