“The fog comes
On little cat feet…”
- Carl Sandburg, “The Fog”
As you know, we have a small menagerie -1 dog, 2 cats and a parrot. These are not the first domestic animals I have owned (or been owned by), so I feel that I have some authority to speak about pets.
My cats do not in any way resemble the quiet fog, unless “Quiet Fog” is the stage name of a Sumo Wrestler. Late at night and early in the morning the cats play, resulting in sounds one would expect the Foley Artist to use during a barroom brawl on the big screen.
Bang!
Clunk!
Crash!
Is that one of the kids? Is it a burglar? No, it can’t be, it’s much too loud.
So, sorry Carl, I don’t buy it.
It’s a normal day when you doubt politicians. It’s a sad day when you begin to doubt poets.
