The Szramas

Fog by Carl Sanburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

One of my childhood pets, my sister's baby really, Boots, passed away. He was over 20 years old and passed away in J's arms Sunday morning. I know everyone will miss him because he was very friendly and affectionate cat, but at 20 years he had good long run.