|From:||taliesin the storyteller <taliesin-conlang@...>|
|Date:||Thursday, November 3, 2005, 13:37|
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. I had never seen this poem before, but stumpled upon the following page today: http://www.conknet.com/~mmagnus/SSArticles/FogCatFog.html The thing has great rhythm. t.
|Larry Sulky <larrysulky@...>|
|Mark J. Reed <markjreed@...>|