The Definition of Fleeting

By Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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Sandburg is a favorite, and this poem came instantly to mind for the Daily Prompt – Fleeting.
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