Halloween comes on Little Cat Feet

Sorry, I had that poem stuck in my head most of yesterday after I got into a discussion about forms of poetry.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

Fog by Carl Sandburg

I have always liked that poem from the first time I heard it. That and TS Elliot's the Wasteland which I first read in college. So what poems do you like?

It is hard to believe that it is less than a week and a half to Halloween. I have a number of things I need to do by the end of this weekend for the Holiday. Including getting a project ready for the Kindergarten party next Friday. I also have to sort the comics that we give away to the kids that night. I want to get rubber ducks for the younger kids rather than candy for the health of everyone.

I am grateful for opportunities to work within my community.