Fog

I heard Napper and Treater talking about "fog" this morning. Whatever that is. All I know about fog is that a human named Mr. Sandburg wrote a little poem about it. I like the poem because it says that this "fog" is like a cat. Cool...er, I mean, purrrrrr.

Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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