Little cat feet

One of my favorite poems is almost not a poem at all.  Carl Sandburg wrote it in 1913 and included it in a collection that he called "Chicago Poems".  It's one of the first poems that I learned and has always made me think of San Francisco with warmth and love, even though the fog itself can be cold and wet.

The fog comes in
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.