BLM_Fog_by_Carl_Sandburg

Fog - by [|Carl Sandburg]

on little cat feet.
 * The fog comes

It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.**

Undoubtably, Carl Sandburg's purpose for this poem is to inspire a sense of childlike awe in the reader. This is achived through a plethora of metaphors and figurative language. The phrase "little cat feet" creates an image in the mind of the reader of the fog slowly creeping over the city. With the lines "it sits looking.." and "on silent haunches.", you can almost see the crouching fog staring into the city. The use of phrases such as these, Carl Sandburg leaves the reader seeing fog in an new way, as a silent animal, wathching them.

I agree that this is one of the most crisp, visual poems I know. Wonder what images you could have found that relate to the poem? Also, proofread!