Halloween comes on Little Cat Feet
Oct. 22nd, 2008 08:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
puppetmakerSorry, 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.
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.
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Date: 2008-10-22 02:32 pm (UTC)I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish that man would go away.
[alternate last line: I think he's from the CIA]