Pawprints in the snow

[jhetley]

The fog creeps in on little cat feet.
It sit on silent haunches,
Looking over harbor and city,
And then moves on.

Only, the cats* are real.  More snow this afternoon, they say . . .

*Also, squirrels, dogs, birds, maybe a skunk.

Comments

[wcg.livejournal.com]

Now you've done it Jim. You've summoned the Halligonian (or is it Musquodoboitian?) cat.