Wednesday, September 24, 2008

yesterday morning

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

-Carl Sandburg, 1919

1 comment:

Aunt Christine said...

Meanwhile at my house:

Oh! Its a hot Summer Day

Oh! its a hot summer day,
When the temperatures are high,
Yes, this is the month of May, (well, September really)
All-man and animals cry-

Oh! its a hot summer day,
No one dares to come out,
They all like to stay,
In their cool home and shout-

Oh! it's a hot summer day,
And till the Sun shrinks,
It's not at all cool-no way,
Then they would like to thinks-

Oh! it 'was' a hot summer day,
Even then the temperatures won't fall,
And people on their beds-just lay,
Now everyone would like to call-


Ananth Patri