First in this week!
Cue Thursday!
Here is Sue’s prompt this week.
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/3193846/posts/1270179750
Every year they came close.
Reaching out,
Almost touching……
But not quite.
Under cover of Fog
Shielded from The Keeper
Who does not see.
This year, they are
Destined to meet:
Hedge and tree will unite,
And no trimming
Or cut backs
Will erase the memory
In years to come,
When they became One,
Under cover of Fog.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
I couldn’t help thinking immediately of this, the little cat feet – maybe someday I’ll have a cat named Fog – it would need to be a gray tabby with long coat.
Fog by Robert Frost
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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I hadn’t heard that one… and it is a perfect description of how the fog moves in . Thanks, Bob.
I won’t tell Ani you want a cat though 😉
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